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Te Amo


No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio, o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquelles flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendio de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde, te amo diectamente sin probemas ni orgulo: asi te amo por que no se amar de otra manera, sino asi de ese modo e que no soy ni eres, an cerca que tuna sobre mi pecho es mia, tan crc que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno

 

I do not love you as if you were salt rose, topaz, or an arrow of carnations that propogate the fire: I love you as you love certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you like the plant that does not bloom and wear inside, hidden, the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love lives dark in my body, the tight scent that rose from the earth.

I love you without knowing now, or when, or where. I love you directly without problems or pride: so I love you because I do not know how to love otherwise but so in this way that I am not and are not, so close that your hand on my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dream.

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