talk to those who know ...
Miguel Hernandez
ELEGY
(In Orihuela, your people and mine, we
died as Sijé Ramon Ray,
with whom he loved ...)
I want to be crying the gardener
land you occupy and fertilize,
soul mate so early. Feeding
rain, shells, and organs
my pain without instruments, the discouraged
poppies give your heart for food.
Grief bunches in my side,
that hurt, it hurts to breath.
A hard smack, blow, ice cream,
invisible ax murderer, a brutal shove
has cut you down.
No extension bigger than my hurt, I cry my misfortune
and sets
and feel your death more than my life. Ando
on stubble of the dead, and no heat
anyone and without consolation
leave my heart to my business.
death up Early flight,
up early in the morning early, early
is rolling on the floor.
forgive not love death,
not forgive careless life,
not forgive the earth or nothing.
In my hands
raised a storm of stones and axes ray loud, disaster
thirsty and hungry.
I dig the earth with my teeth, I
land away piece by piece with his teeth
dry and warm.
I want to mine the earth to find
and kiss your noble and desamordazarte
skull and bring you back.
'll return to my garden and my fig tree,
by high scaffolding
flowers
birding your soul beekeeper
of angelic waxes and work.
'll return to the sound of the gates of lovers
farmers.
glad the shade of my eyebrows
and your blood will go to each side,
disputing your girlfriend and bees.
Your heart, and crumpled velvet,
a field called almond foam,
love my voice greedy.
At winged souls of roses
almond cream
requires you,
we have to talk about many things,
soul mate, partner.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RL_3R-QVLks
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