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The day when you love me

The day that you love me will have more light than June;
The night that you love me it will be of full moon,
with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every beam
of indescribable things,
and there will be together more roses
that in every May.

The crystalline fountains
will go through the hillsides
jumping crystalline
the day that you love me.

The day that you love me, the hidden copses
will sing arpeggios never heard before.
The day when you love me, every spring
that existed and will ever exist in the world,
will manifest in the ecstasy in your eyes.

Holding hands like blond sisters,
showing candid ruffs, the daisies will go
over the mounts and prairies,
in front of your steps, the day that you love me...and if you defoliate one,  the last  innocent white petal will say to you : I love you passionately!
After the dawn bursts on the day that you love me, all the shamrock plants will have four ominous petals and in the pond, nest of unknown seeds, will bloom the mystical corollas of the lotuses.

The day that you love me every clouds-cape will have
wonderful wings, every crimson glow will be a mirage
of “The Thousand and one Night ", every breeze will be a song,
every tree a lyre, and every mount an altar.

The day that you love me,
just one kiss will encompass all of God's beatitude, for both of us.

by Amado Nervo.

(Translation by Amira C. )

Amado Nervo (August 27, 1870 – May 24, 1919) was a Mexican poet, journalist and educator. He also acted as Mexican Ambassador to Argentina and Uruguay.[1] His poetry was known for its use of metaphor and reference to mysticism, presenting both love and religion, as well as Christianity and Hinduism. Nervo is noted as one of the most important Mexican poets of the 19th century.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amado_Nervo

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El dia que me quieras

El día que me quieras tendrá más luz que junio;
la noche que me quieras será de plenilunio,
con notas de Beethoven vibrando en cada rayo
sus inefables cosas,
y habrá juntas más rosas
que en todo el mes de mayo.

Las fuentes cristalinas
irán por las laderas
saltando cristalinas
el día que me quieras.

El día que me quieras, los sotos escondidos
resonarán arpegios nunca jamás oídos.
Éxtasis de tus ojos, todas las primaveras
que hubo y habrá en el mundo serán cuando me quieras.

Cogidas de la mano cual rubias hermanitas,
luciendo golas cándidas, irán las margaritas
por montes y praderas,
delante de tus pasos, el día que me quieras...
Y si deshojas una, te dirá su inocente
postrer pétalo blanco: ¡Apasionadamente!

Al reventar el alba del día que me quieras,
tendrán todos los tréboles cuatro hojas agoreras,
y en el estanque, nido de gérmenes ignotos,
florecerán las místicas corolas de los lotos.

El día que me quieras será cada celaje
ala maravillosa; cada arrebol, miraje
de "Las Mil y una Noches"; cada brisa un cantar,
cada árbol una lira, cada monte un altar.

El día que me quieras, para nosotros dos
cabrá en un solo beso la beatitud de Dios.

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Published by Amira Carluccio