They wanted
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)
suffered from light blue lips in the morning, leaving lips
last night,
chapped lips, blood , "where blood?
was wanted on a bed vessel, half night, half light.
They loved the flowers and the thorns deep, loving
to the yellow gem again when faces turn
sadly, receiving glowing Giraluna
that kiss.
is wanted at night, when deep
dogs lie down the ground and valleys and ridges stretch
feel archaic reviewed:
touch, silk, hand, couples who come and play.
They wanted to love the morning, between the hard stones
closed at night, hard as
icy bodies for hours, such as kissing hard
from tooth to tooth alone.
is wanted by day, beach grows,
foot waves that caress the thighs,
bodies rising from the earth and floating ...
They loved the day, the sea, beneath the sky. Midi
perfect, so intimate they wanted, high Tues
young, intimacy extensive
loneliness of living, remote horizons as bodies linked
singing alone. Amando
. They loved the moon as lucid as that sea round
applied to that face, sweet eclipse
water darkened cheek, where goldfish
come and go without music.
Day, night, sunsets, dawns, space, waves
new, old, fugitive, perpetual,
land or sea, ship, bed, pen, glass, metal
, music, lip, silence, Plant,
world, quiet, its shape. They loved, fellows know.
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