lly self-absorbed. I fancied a thwarted intellectual Himself in His early thirties, a series of events hapless Had Kept him from getting licensed or degreed in Any vocation. My peaceful demeanor Seem To inspire in him a healthy confession, Though I did take on the tone of braggarts. Maybe I was bored and Fibber to fill in space. I remind me of a more haggard and witless me, so I Asked no questions personal.
- I know it Does not seem like it and you Would not believe it, I mean, I'm ugly (pock-marked), As You Can Plainly see, But I've had the pleasure of knowing, of HAVING, Many Women in my life! YES, I've been absurdly lucky with the ladies, Despit Some disgraceful occurrences. For example, i have this little number, she's married ... This precipitated lowing weeks, I saturated myself with the words of the Nicaraguan master Ruben Dario. Things I discovered all about him: his history, His Work, His passion. He Had Traveled everywhere, Engendering literary newspapers, I have bled Compositions and wrote prolifically. Nearly Every historical experience of WAS in His Own Written record. I loved the French symbolists and I cavort with Them, I idolized Victor Hugo. He Was responsible for jump-starting English literature with this French influence. He's Known as the father of Modernism in Latin America. I've only read him in English Because I Could not find him in translation, although I Desperately searched, for I felt an American-Inglés loneliness in my love for him. By coincidence, one of my tenants, Who hail from Nicaragua, WAS pleased to infrefused to use it. I was equally stubborn in a few other places. Enjoy.
Princess of the divine imperial blue, who will kiss your luminous lips! I am the ecstatic lover that conjures dreams of love, that exists on his knees with his eyes fixed on your ineffable clarity,
estrella mía
, you are so distant! Oh, how I sting with jealousies, how my soul trembles when I think that you, the Dawn's precocious daughter, could fix your gazes on the luxurious Solar Prince that emerges from the Orient, gallant and handsome in his golden chariot, triumphant celestial bowman, diamond knight, who carries, strapped to his back, a radiant quiver of arrows aflame! But no, you smiled at
me
from beneath yoXC The morning lark sings to you and soars towards you at the dawn of Spring, when the wind carries vibrations of tempestual lyres and the echoes of silver eardrums that sylphs ring. From your regions spill the harmonic and chrystalline pearls of your maw, which fall and gather towards the grand and universal symphony that fills the awakened earth.
And in this hour, I bethink you, because it is the hour of supreme appointments in profound heavens, and of mysterious and ardent encounters in the lukewarm spots of woods, where blooms the Scottish broom that delights the bucolic verse! Estrella mía , you are so distant, who will kiss your luminous lips!
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