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Epigrams - Ernesto Cardenal

I miss you When you and I have lost:
me because you were what I loved most
and you because I was the one who loved you more.
But both of us miss you more than me:
because I may love others as
loved you but you do not love you like I loved you.

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Ileana: the Andromeda Galaxy,
to 700,000 light years,
that you can look to the naked eye on a clear night,
is closer than you. Other
lonely eyes are watching me from Andromeda
them at night. I you do not see you. Ileana
: the distance is long, and time flies.
A 200 million miles per hour
the universe is expanding into nothingness.
And you're away from me like a million years.

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SOMOZA DESVELIZA
SOMOZA THE STATUE IN THE STADIUM SOMOZA

Not that I believe that the people erected this statue
me because I know better than you that I ordered myself . Nor
intending to go through it to posterity
because I know that the people bring down one day.
that he wanted to set myself up not myself in life
the monument erigiréis I killed you:
but I erected the statue because I know that you hate.

Ernesto Cardenal Martinez (Granada, January 20, 1925), Catholic priest, politician, writer, sculptor and poet Nicaragua.

My portrait of Cardinal :
Revolutionary lover, loved by this land of free men and women, who inspired rebellion that does not accept the imposition of the powerful over the powerless. Man like few others, reaches us with his words, touching our lives simple and complex, intense and ephemeral construction of history, it reflects so well that Cardinal in his verses, fraught with love, pain, humanity and hope.
reflection of us, wherever we and he is .

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Al peek, I saw, spray, and remembered the country before. En_amor_arte

"Leaning, I saw, spray, and reminded the country before.

Before the most beautiful country.

When you put your white mostly fantasy, preserve your dark, until the magical warriors would wake carnations with a tuft of silver, red evening cup of coffee, cinnamon burning. About

basil, "dandelion", prunes, the ancient fairy girls who swarmed among us, there, along with the chestnuts and oaks.

Your moon embroidery scared of spiders, who remained motionless on wallflowers wallflower, lily of lilies, purple snow.

For your reflexes are lost school course, it rained on the hands of mom, who was preparing breakfast, out, did the classes with his big suit dance and her hat was blue lettuce salads and chili evil, big green salad and garnet, with which we grew, we saw over the years and classes, deaths and marriages, life of heaven and earth. "

Poem Marosa Di Giorgio.
Uruguayan poet born in Salto in 1934.
His ancestry Basque Italian and turned it into a singular poet, whose work always responsive to the demands of his inner world, where nature, magic, mythology and mystery, became major players. He died in 2004.

Marosa My portrait of Di Giorgio:
renew the freshness of the Uruguayan grasslands, field of innocence, the magic of the legends mixed with everyday life, the conventional wisdom emerging between fantasy and daily. Worthwhile do think that all is not forgotten, and that we must value and maintain what has not been lost.

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