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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mi Musa Triste</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spanish </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vagos preludios. En la noche espléndida <br>Su voz de perlas una fuente calla, <br>Cuelgan las brisas sus celestes pifanos <br>En el follaje. Las cabezas pardas <br>De los búhos acechan. <br>Las flores se abren más, como asombradas. <br>Los cisnes de marfil tienden los cuellos <br>En las lagunas pálidas. <br>Selene mira del azul. Las frondas <br>Tiemblan... y todo! hasta el silencio, calla... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Es que ella pasa con su boca triste <br>Y el gran misterio de sus ojos de ámbar, <br>A través de la noche, hacia el olvido, <br>Como una estrella fugitiva y blanca. <br>Como una destronada reina exótica <br>De bellos gestos y palabras raras. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horizontes violados sus ojeras <br>Dentro sus ojos–dos estrellas de ámbar– <br>Se abren cansados y húmedos y tristes <br>Como llagas de luz que quejaran. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Es un dolor que vive y que no espera, <br>Es una aurora gris que se levanta <br>Del gran lecho de sombras de la noche, <br>Cansada ya, sin esplendor, sin ansias <br>Y sus canciones son como hadas tristes <br>Alhajadas de lágrimas... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> English </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Murmuring preludes. On this resplendent night <br>Her pearled voice quiets a fountain. <br>The breezes hang their celestial fifes <br>In the foliage. The gray heads <br>Of the owls keep watch. <br>Flowers open themselves, as if surprised. <br>Ivory swans extend their necks <br>In the pallid lakes. <br>Selene watches from the blue. Fronds <br>Tremble...and everything! Even the silence, quiets. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wanders with her sad mouth <br>And the grand mystery of amber eyes, <br>Across the night, toward forgetfulness <br>Like a star, fugitive and white. <br>Like a dethroned exotic queen <br>With comely gestures and rare utterings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her undereyes are violated horizons <br>And her irises–two stars of amber– <br>Open wet and weary and sad <br>Like ulcers of light that weep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is a grief which thrives and does not hope, <br>She is a gray aurora rising <br>From the shadowy bed of night, <br>Exhausted, without splendor, without anxiousness. <br>And her songs are like dolorous fairies <br>Jeweled in teardrops... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The strings of lyres <br>  Are the souls' fibers.– </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blood of bitter vineyards, noble vineyards, <br>In goblets of regal beauty, rises <br>To her marble hands, to lips carved <br>Like the blazon of a great lineage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange Princes of Fantasy! They <br>Have seen her languid head, once erect, <br>And heard her laugh, for her eyes <br>Tremble with the flower of aristocracies! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her soul clean as fire, like a star, <br>Burns in those pupils of amber. <br>But with a mere glance, scarcely an intimacy, <br>Perhaps the echo of a profane voice, <br>This white and pristine soul shrinks <br>Like a luminous flower, folding herself up!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Delmira+Agustini">Delmira Agustini</a><div class=q>
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Vagos preludios. En la noche espléndida 
Su voz de perlas una fuente calla, 
Cuelgan las brisas sus celestes pifanos 
En el follaje. Las cabezas pardas 
De los búhos acechan. 
Las flores se abren más, como asombradas. 
Los cisnes de m..."></div>
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