Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant - No! No! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone - (Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk; The more he tried to get it free, The louder buzzed the telephee - (I fear I’d better drop the song Of elephop and telephong!)
The skay is in my eyes, I don´t have a body Is the moment of death the truth of absence? Is the moment of life the fire of purity? Is the moment of light! Is the moment of flight! Where is the worry? The plenitude absorbed my mind The sea is like silk The wind is slipknots The space is my country The kisses of time disappeared; carried me To essence, to the cell, to the knowledge No more pain; no longer the need to worry No more memory Only my blue heart! Just blue envelopes me in it´s cloak!
ELETELEPHONY
ResponderEliminarOnce there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant -
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone -
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee -
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
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ResponderEliminarPOEMA: I LOVE.
ResponderEliminarI love to see you smile
and I love knowning that
I caused that smile.
All things bright and beautiful,
ResponderEliminarAll creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Todas las cosas brillantes y hermosas,
Todas las criaturas grandes y pequeñas,
Todas las cosas sabias y maravillosas,
El Señor Dios hizo a todos.
Cada pequeña flor que se abre,
Cada pequeño pájaro que canta,
Hizo sus colores brillantes,
Hizo sus alas diminutas.
La montaña púrpura de cabeza,
El río corriendo,
La puesta del sol, y la mañana,
Que ilumina el cielo;
El viento frío en el invierno,
El sol del verano agradable,
Los frutos maduros en el jardín,
Les hizo cada uno.
Él nos dio ojos para ver,
Y los labios para que podamos contar,
¡Qué grande es Dios Todopoderoso,
¿Quién ha hecho todas las cosas bien.
"Friends that give you strength
ResponderEliminarWhen you feel that you get lost,
those who tend the hand
When are you depressed.
They are those that give you that energy
When you feel depressed,
they clean the air you breathe,
When you\\\'re feeling defeated.
That with a big smile
they give the strength that you need,
they are such dear friends
the brothers of our life."
"Amigos que te dan fuerza
Cuando sientas que te pierdes,
los que tienden la mano
Cuando estás deprimido.
Ellos son los que le dan esa energía
Cuando usted se siente deprimido,
que limpian el aire que respiramos,
Cuando \ \ \ 're sensación derrotada.
Que con una gran sonrisa
le dan la fuerza que necesita,
que son tan queridos amigos
los hermanos de nuestra vida ".
THE BLUE DEATH
ResponderEliminarThe skay is in my eyes, I don´t have a body
Is the moment of death the truth of absence?
Is the moment of life the fire of purity?
Is the moment of light!
Is the moment of flight!
Where is the worry?
The plenitude absorbed my mind
The sea is like silk
The wind is slipknots
The space is my country
The kisses of time disappeared; carried me
To essence, to the cell, to the knowledge
No more pain; no longer the need to worry
No more memory
Only my blue heart!
Just blue envelopes me in it´s cloak!