Age Of Empires 2.0a Multiplayer

You are my reason to love

Do not keep anything, spent, wasted
joys, said,
truécalas
in blue air on wings that will
the sky, make them water channels
world filled with foam
unleashed
enters souls asleep,
shake them by the wings, waving
as trigalesgrandes
fields hopes,
overflows, rebósate
to love and be loved:
because
or this day or this evening
end you love, beloved
or just me.
We have a lot. Do not you feel
huge armies with kisses,
resistance,
flocks of future in their hands,
outbursts and calm?
Is what I have, invisible,
quiet, kept to the bottom of this songs
eyes
de lo que las manos palpan?
Y no está bajo la tierra,
mineral sordo, esperando
con alma pura de oro.
Ni es tampoco don ingrávido,
secreto fruto celeste,
suspendido
de alguna rama del aire,
preparándose a tus labios.
No, no está lo que nos queda
ni en las minas, ni en los altos
huertos de estrellas maduras,
no son diamantes ni astros.
No existe, no tiene forma,
aún no sufre los penosos
contornos de lo creado.

Lo que nos queda palpita
en lo mismo que nos damos.
Allí detrás de los besos,
de las miradas, del gozo,
sin forma están y seguros,
gozos, kisses and glances,
waiting, waiting. With each hug

is born a new being in another hug.
The kiss ends
other calls himself and his happy

expire and feel you mature.

! Give me, give, give, give!
Never close your hands.
not run out of these,
or kissing, or years, if not close
. Do not you feel
the wealth of giving? Life

us handing
always win, giving yourself.

Pedro Salinas




















not keep anything, spend,
squandered happiness, joy, blue air

Exchange them because they go flying,
the sky, hold water, fill
streams in the world of its
foam brimming,
enter into drowsy souls,
and shake them by the wings, shake
as wheat,
large fields of hope
overflows, overflowing
to love and be loved:

because neither today, nor
this night will end your love, nor
I loved the end.
much we have left. Do not feel immense
troops with kisses,
and resistance,
flocks of future hands,
abduction or quiet?
What remains for me, invisible, silent
, kept in a fund
they touch your eyes,
what your hands touch?
It is not under the earth, mineral
deaf, waiting
of a pure gold.
Nor is a gift without weight
secret heavenly fruit,
that attacked
on some branch of the air,
prepares to your lips.
No, there is what we have left
or in mines or on the high
gardens of mature stars,
are not diamonds or stars.
not exist, has no form,
not suffer from the painful
perimeters of creation.

Palpita ciò che ci resta
solo in quello che ci diamo.
Laggiù, al di là dei baci,
degli sguardi, del piacere,
senza una forma, sicuri,
i piaceri, baci e sguardi,
aspettati, che si aspettano.
In ogni abbraccio rinasce
un nuovo essere altro abbraccio.
Il bacio che si esaurisce
ne chiede un altro a se stesso,
nel suo gioioso spirare
già sente che matura.

Darmi, darti, darci, darsi!
Non chiudere mai le mani.
Le gioie non finiranno,
e neanche i baci, né gli anni,
se non le chiudi. Non senti
quale ricchezza nel dare?
La vita
noi la vinceremo sempre,
affidandomi, affidandoti.

Pedro Salinas