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Fleeting Star
by Marie B.

Estrella Fugaz
(Spanish Version)

Of the night in that we met,
only recollections
of the gone kisses
where left..

And these tears,
Ah!.. I sublime mad,
that intoxicated
of passion the two drank

From the ardent
calyx of your
lips, only that
my memories evoke ..

Melancholic my heart sighs
with my senses dulled..
and hurtfully flagellated,
with the bloody whip of passion..

I want to forget
similar visions,
I want to forget your love
a few instants ..

I want to forget of your
lips the lukewarmness,
and think that you are not
who kisses me ..

Already the hand of time,
took away the blindess
of my eyes that drove me
to the doors of death.. .

And of your beautiful
drawn body, in the darkest
lintel of the past, everything
has gone. I have forgotten it! ..

Only sighs of your haughty voice..
that evokes the memories
of the night that I was
going away.
De la ultima noche
en que nos vimos,
solo recuerdos
de los besos idos..

Y esas lagrimas ,
Ah!.. yo sublime loca,
que ebrios de pasion
los dos bebimos..

del caliz ardiente
de tu boca,
tan solo eso mi
mente evoca..

Melancolico suspira
el corazon,
con los sentidos
mios embotados..

Y formentosamente
flagelados, con el
cruento latigo de
la pasion...

Quiero olvidar
visiones semejantes,
quiero olvidar tu amor
unos instantes..

Quiero olvidar de tus
labios la tibieza,
y pensar que no eres
tu quien me besa..

Ya la mano del tiempo
justiciera, con un
gesto seguro y
complaciente,

arrancome la venda
traicionera, que me
puso a las puertas
de la muerte..

Y de tu hermoso cuerpo
dibujado, en el oscuro
dintel del pasado,
todo se ha borrado..
lo he olvidado!..

Solo susurros de tu
voz altiva, eso tan solo
al evocar recuerdo
de la ultima noche
en que me iba.
Marie B.
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