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Hand-delivered Vicente Aleixandre Vicente Aleixandre-

Hand delivered
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)

But another day I touch your hand. Warm hand. Your delicate hand
silent.
Sometimes I close my eyes and touch your hand slightly, light touch
checking form, which tempts
its structure, feeling under the skin winged
uncompromising hard bone, the bone sad
where never comes love. Oh yes, sweet flesh is soaked in the love beautiful. For skin
secret, open secret, invisible ajar
where warm heat spreads her voice, her sweet desire;
where my voice penetrates to warm your veins, to shoot for them
in your hidden blood, blood
as another dark sound that gently kiss you
dark inside, walking slowly as pure sound
body that resonates now mine, mine town of my deep voice, body resonated
oh my love, owned oh body oh body sound of my voice just possessing it.
So when I caress your hand I know that only the bone
refuse my love-bone man never glow.
and sad that an area of \u200b\u200byour being you refuse, your flesh whole
while comes a lucid moment in which total
Flames, by virtue of this slight touch of your hand,
in your hand very soft porous whining, your delicate hand
silent where entrodespacio, despacísimo, secretly in your life,
up your total deep veins where bogo,
where you people and full song from your flesh.

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-Oblivion-

Oblivion
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)

is not your cup final as a vain
to be rushed. Throw the old, and dies. Therefore
slowly lift your hand
a glow or a mention, and burn your fingers,
as a sudden snow.
It was not, but was and remains silent.
Cold burning and your eyes born
memory. Remembering is obscene,
worse: it is sad. To forget is to die.
Died with dignity. His shadow crossed.

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Vicente Aleixandre "He wanted

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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Vicente Aleixandre" Death, "

Death
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)

Ah! You, you You, eternal name undated
sea brave struggle with thirst, cliff
all threats sink water on my way
smooth blade without memory.
you, shadow of the mighty sea, great resentment
green where all the fish are like stones in the air,
gloom or sorrow that threatened my life
as a love that ends with death.
Kill me if you will, unforgiving sea of \u200b\u200blead, which contains huge drop
land
destructive fire of my life without numen
here on the beach where the light trails.
Kill me like a dagger, a golden sun or bright
tributed look of an unimpeachable eye, an arm
arrogant that nudity was cold, lightning
that seek my chest or destination ...
Ah, soon, soon, I want to die before you, sea,
front of you, whose vertical sea foam touched the heavens, whose heavenly
you fish among the clouds are like birds
forgotten the deep!
Come to me your foam breaking, crystalline green
arms come crashing down, choking
come when the body is submerged under
crispa black lips collapse. Look
purple sun even death. Come
total death hold on the beach, beach
on this earth that weighs on my chest,
by which light feet seem to escape.
I want the pink or life
want the red or yellow frantic
want the tunnel where the color is dissolved in the black
false death that laughs in the mouth.
I kiss the penultimate ivory silence, when the sea
hasty retreat, when the sand
are only shells,
frosty loving some fish scales. Death
as the handful of sand,
like water in the hole is lonely, as the gull
in the middle of the night
has a color of blood on the sea does not exist.