Vos yeux paraître calme

quand ils regardent sans voir les plus recherchés
 savoir, parce que vous avez senti
 bientôt ce qu'ils recherchent

Envie d'une touche de ses lèvres
 recevoir juste vous embrasse
 encourager le feu et la brasse
 récupération de votre corps qui est sage

Il est sage de poursuivre l'affection
 vous accomplissez sans demander et sans mesure
 sachant que vous désiré et nécessaire
 obstiné et persistante  

I do escape from the wrong that angers me
Looking for the well I need.
More than the hardships I have
My hopes do hurt me.

Tempests of desires
Against the walls of dawn
Break their waves. Tumults
That rise blind me.

Nest in the sea. Cradle floating.
The flower that fights in the water
Sustains me in the deep sea

And throws me out of the sea.
I close my eyes and I look
The inner time that sings.

Manuel Altolaguirre

  Fortunate body flowing between my hands,
beloved face in which I contemplate the world,
where graceful birds, in fleeting mimicry,
are flying toward the land of unforgetfulness.

Your outward form, diamond or hardened ruby,
brilliance of a blinding sun between my hands,
crater calling me with its inner music,
with your teeth's impenetrable summons.

I will die because I am plunging in, because I want to die,
because I want to live inside the fire, for mine is not this outer air
but heated breath burning at my approach
and gilding my lips within its depths.

Vicente Aleixandre

The blood of bitter vineyards, noble vineyards,
In goblets of regal beauty, rises
To her marble hands, to lips carved
Like the blazon of a great lineage.

Strange Princes of Fantasy! They
Have seen her languid head, once erect,
And heard her laugh, for her eyes
Tremble with the flower of aristocracies!

And her soul clean as fire, like a star,
Burns in those pupils of amber.
But with a mere glance, scarcely an intimacy,
Perhaps the echo of a profane voice,
This white and pristine soul shrinks
Like a luminous flower, folding herself up!

   Delmira Agustini

If life were love, how blessed it would be!
I want more life so to love! Now I feel
A thousand years of ideas are not worth
One blue minute of sentiment.

My heart was dying slowly, sadly...
Now it opens like a Phoebean flower:
Life rushes forth like a turbulent sea
Whipped by the hand of love.

My sorrow flies into the night, sad, cold
With its broken wings;
Like an old scar that continues to ache—

In the distant shade it dissolves...
All my life sings, kisses, laughs!
All my life is a flowering mouth!

      Delmira Agustini

Ton sourire m'attire comme
Pourrait m'attirer une fleur
Photographie tu es le champignon brun
De la forêt
Qu'est sa beauté
Les blancs y sont
Un clair de lune
Dans un jardin pacifique
Plein d'eaux vives et de jardiniers endiablés
Photographie tu es la fumée de l'ardeur
Qu'est sa beauté
Et il y a en toi
Photographie
Des tons alanguis
On y entend
Une mélopée
Photographie tu es l'ombre
Du Soleil
Qu'est sa beauté

Guillaume Apollinaire

Luz bendita que rescata la dulzura,
que el dolor incrustaba por ausencia,
amparada en el albor de tu nobleza,
devoción del sentimiento que naciera.

En tu mirada retoñaban las fragancias,
en rosedales que purificaban a mi alma,
convirtiendo la congoja en esperanzas,
renaciendo la semilla que tu sembraras.

alada mi locura locura
romper la inmensidad
y la inmensidad me lágrimas

Estoy solo
Ciegos de leer estas líneas
en los túneles sin fin

Caigo en la inmensidad
la caída se
es más negro que mi muerte

el sol es de color negro
la belleza de un ser es la sustancia

 de un grito de bodegas
la última noche

lo que le gusta a la luz
la emoción que se congela
es el deseo de la noche

 Georges Bataille