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Luis Benjamin Cisneros |
Cándida virgin, modest and tender,
In their black pupils he/she smiled, As veiled internal irradiation Of innocence, of love and of poetry. The black hair crowned Their slender figure of ideal beauty: The first time that I saw it, it took Blanco jasmine fastened in the head. He/she always took a bath an ignition ray Of pink mother-of-pearl their pure cheek, Rosa herself of florid May In all the splendor of the beauty. Me, almost boy still, I loved her sincere With the illusion of vestal affection, With the fondness of the first love And the fright and the boy's shyness. The alive ardor of my loving one calls Never my lip to reveal him could, That it is weak always the heart that he/she loves And my own fear was its shield. With the briefest and simple sentences I wanted to speak to him a hundred times the language Of the passion, kissing of knees The vaporous line of their suit; And a hundred times I remained silent, because he/she feared To add their contempt to my torture, And when thinking it, my being fainted Without hope, neither value, neither I encourage. Tired, finally, of so cruel torture, escribíle a perfumed note in that, after speaking of my fondness, he/she requested him to tell me if it was loved. And I added it, with trembling hand: --- "I will see you an afternoon, and if tuvieres position a jasmine in your beautiful head it will be happy sign that you love me!.--- Oh, love! With what devouring anxiety I saw approach the one yearned late! it was eternal century for me every hour, without life almost the cowardly heart!... But, oh happy sign! Human happiness, when arriving from the street to the confines. I saw it that he/she waited for me in their window The clotted head of jasmines! It tinted their complexion which he/she calls purpurin That prompt reaction exchanged in sonrojos And of the chastity with the divine expression When looking at me to advance, it lowered the eyes Oh, love! Oh, sweet felt aspiration that you unite the souls and the life you believe, first and last charm of the life, love, oh sacred love, saint is! |