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What I would like you to give away?

Free love you,
as
stream that jumps from rock to rock,
but not mine.
Grande
love you,
as pregnant
Spring Mount,
but not mine. Good

love you,
like bread that does not know its mass
good
but not mine. High

love you,
as poplar in heaven
stretches,
but not mine. White

love you,

as flower blossoms on earth,
but not mine.


But not mine or God or anyone
or even yours. Agustin Garcia Calvo

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Your hands are my caress my chords

everyday I love you because your hands work for justice


If I love you is because you are my love, my accomplice
and all
and on the street side by side
we are more than two

Your eyes are my spell against bad day

your eyes I love you for watching and seeding

future
Your mouth is yours and mine
your mouth not mistaken
love you because your rebel yell mouth

know
If you want it is because you
my love, my accomplice and all
and on the street side by side
we are more than two

And your face and your sincere step

bum and your tears for the world
people love you because you're

And because love is not naive or moral aura

and because we know that couples
that

not alone I love you in
my paradise is in my country

people be happy even without permission

If I love you is because you are my love, my accomplice
and all
and on the street side by side
we are more than two.

Mario Benedetti

Less your belly

everything is confusing.

Less your belly

future everything is

fleeting past

muddy wasteland.

Less your belly

everything is hidden,

least your belly

all insecure,

all last,

dust without world.

Less your belly

everything is dark,

least your belly

clear and deep.

Miguel Hernandez

I like you calm are absent,
and hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you.
seems that your eyes had flown
it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
from things, filled my soul.
butterfly of dream, you were my soul,
and I like the word melancholy.

I like you calm and you seem far away.
you are a moaning, a butterfly cooing.
hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you Let me come
your silence.

Let me talk to you with your silence
bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night stillness and constellations.
Your silence is star, as remote and candid.

I like you calm as absent.
distant and painful as if you were dead.
A word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Pablo Neruda