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El sexto sentido

Шестое чувство

Maravilloso tener vino enamorado,
Y pan amoroso en el horno para nosotros,
Y una mujer, extenuada, a quien
Le ha sido dado deleitarnos.

Qué podemos hacer con esta aurora rosada
Que cobija los cielos helados,
Donde reina el silencio y el sosiego celeste,
¿Qué podemos hacer con tantos versos ineludibles?

Ni comer, ni beber, ni besar.
El instante vuela incontenible,
Y  aunque nos esforcemos
Estamos condenados a pasar sin detenernos.

Somos como el niño que olvidando sus juegos
Espía, a veces el baño de las muchachas
Y sin saber nada acerca del amor
Se atormenta con tantos deseos misteriosos.

Como otrora en los bosques tupidos
Criaturas huidizas, bramando de impotencia,
Presentían sobre sus hombros
Las alas que aún no salían.

De igual manera, siglo tras siglo,
Bajo el escalpelo de la naturaleza y el arte,
grita nuestro espíritu, desfallece la carne,
Originando el órgano del sexto sentido.

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Porcelain pavilion

Amidst the waters of a man-made lake, / A porcelain pavilion rises high. / The way to it is lead by jasper bridge / That's cambered like a tiger's back. / / And that pavilion houses friends tonight, / They are attired for the holidays; / The dragon patterns on their chalices, /...

Moon over the sea

The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line, / And with transparent gold: the waters shine; / On board of their pointed boat, this evening / The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine. / / When looking at the clouds passing swiftly / Through the reflection of the moonligh...

The reflection of mountains

How happy my heart is, how buoyant, / On my boat so tiny and light, / I am sailing the ripples and light / All day long and from dusk till the dawning. / / Love to watch the reflection of cliffs / On the surface of transparent seas. / Like a beast's heart - mine pounded loud, / Ther...

Nature

How tranquil is this little mountain lake / It's filled with water like a cup / Bamboo looks just like little houses / And trees above - a sea of roofs. / / Yet cliffs are sharp, encroached like pagodas / Among the flowers they rise / Eternal nature always learns from us - / ...

The road

I stared at the unfolding road, / Beneath the shadow of grand oaks, - / Such a familiar old road, / Surrounded by flower fence. / / The evening fog starts slowly setting, / Uneasy sadness brings me tears, / When every pebble on this road / Seems so familiar and dear. / / ...

Three wives of a Mandarin

Lawful wife / There is still some wine left in the chalice, / And the plate that's served is nests of the swallows. / Since the birth of time, the legal spouse / Is respected by her mandarin-husband. / / Concubine / There is still some wine left in the chalice, / And the plate ...