Magdalena Biela Poems

La lluvia tiene un vago secreto de ternura,
algo de somnolencia resignada y amable,
una música humilde se despierta con ella
que hace vibrar el alma dormida del paisaje.
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There once was a girl from Romania
who ate only nuts macadamia
she drank only blood
(descendant of Vlad! ! !)
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A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.
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En un campo árido, reseco, muerto
puse gotas de ilusiones para regar
esforzando los corazones y cuerpos
hasta poder nuestro amor cosechar.
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I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
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Powers below and powers above
He asked you to bring him me and my love.
He put a spell on me many lives past
asking for a love that will always last.
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Sono io la pazza...
la furiosa dissennata,
quella che nascosta
dietro a un velo di normalità
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Love

You shudder
feeling dissolved
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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A cunoaste. A iubi
Înc-o data, iar si iara
a cunoaste-nseamna iarna
a iubi e primavara.
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