Tuesday, October 5, 2010

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Ojos que nunca me veis,
por recelo o por decoro,
ojos de esmeralda y oro,
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Salvador Diaz Miron
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Christopher Perez 02 October 2014

Eyes that never see me, suspicion or decorum, eyes of Emerald and gold, strength is that I view; I want to me consoléis beautiful eyes that I love; I am sad and I implore put ashore the knee! Piety to he who humbles himself, eyes of Emerald and gold! Eyes that reverberates the twilight star, green eyes like the sea, as the sea along the shore, eyes of fire sorceress you know what is crying, glorify my pain! I desoléis not so! Have compassion on me! Green eyes like the sea! Eyes whose love I long because I am happy how much reaches, eyes of hope, with outposts of heaven: eyes that through the veil radian Bliss, my soul to you is released on wings of drunkenness, look at me one time only, eyes of hope. Now stop your detour eyes that give me congojas; eyes like leaves soaked of rocio. Wet splendor of river that by elusive I get angry. The del sol light blush and whose touches are kisses, derramate in me by those eyes like leaves. . Eyes that i never see, By suspicion or decorum, Eyes of emerald and gold, Strength is that i no criticism; I want to comfort him Beautiful eyes that i adore; I am sad and os i implore Entry into the earth the knee! Mercy for he who humbles himself, Eyes of emerald and gold! Eyes that reverberates The twilight star, Green eyes like the sea, As the sea by the shore, Eyes of Firelight sorceress Know ye not that what is crying, I reverence my play! I am not desoleis as well! Have mercy on me! ¡Green Eyes like the sea! Eyes whose love yearning Happy because as soon as it reaches, Eye color of hope, With cacophony of heaven: Eyes that through the veil Radian beatitude. My soul is released to you On the wings of the drunkenness, Mark me one time, Eye color of hope. Cease your diversion, Eyes that you give me sorrow; Eyes with aspect of leaves Soaked in dew. Wet splendour of river That elusive i get extremely angry. Light than the sun sonrojas And whose touches are kissing, In my derramate by those Eyes with aspect of leaves.

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