Isamar Carrillo

En nuestro amor cupieron las cuatro estaciones.
El estallido sordo de la primavera dorada.
El vuelo de los pajaros y todas sus canciones.
El ver llegar de pronto la caricia esperada.
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Don Juan is now tired.

He just will not dance.
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When I was little
I remember those Carnival afternoons
Stretching to infinity;
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A bell
tolls
through fog
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It was a house; we made it a home. No curtains
To hide from the neighbors our petty sins. What,
The furniture is so simple:
A bed to make love, a table to draw,
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If I were American
maybe emotions
would be strong
as in the movies
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Xindian,
Dingxi,
Qizhang,
Shilin,
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I'll give you the song
of a world
the sky
in my eyes
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love thy neighbor like yourself
love thy neighbor like myself
love thy neighbor like herself
love thy neighbor
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Beautiful red Death
spreads
on leaf and grass;
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When I was young I used to pray
the Lord to make me smart
for't was my dream to learn from Him
of all that stands afar.
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Whose woods these are, I do not know;
I know they are not mine.
The trees, too tall, do bear some fruit,
A fruit I'll never try.
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There is a kind of sadness
that spreads on my cheekbones;
that makes my lips stay still
and my eyebrows rise.
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Smile flashes across room.


I look up
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Yes, yes; I miss you.
Yes, yes; I'm fine.
Yes, yes; I feel OK,
I'm sure it will soon pass.
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This love is always the same
yet different. When I enter
the chamber and I see
hishertheir hungry eyes
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Riding a horse, long and hard,
On a sunny day;
A glass of cool lemonade
after a long thirst;
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I have loved you before, many times,
in other faces, other skins, other steps.
You were what I loved in that man's voice.
You were the beauty in that other's hands.
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Your voice takes me
To blue places
In which imprecise beings
From distant lands
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