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Mario Benedetti
by Liza

Tengo miedo de verte
necesidad de verte
esperanza de verte
desazones de verte

tengo ganas de hallarte
preocupación de hallarte
certidumbre de hallarte
pobres dudas de hallarte

tengo urgencia de oírte
alegría de oírte
buena suerte de oírte
y temores de oírte

o sea
estoy jodido
y radiante
quizá más lo primero
que lo segundo
y también




He is beautiful, so very beautiful
Just like a winter's shining landscape,
As delicate as the petals of a daisy,
And as freely as the eagle soaring against the blue

His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea
Everything about him is so very precious,
More precious than all the gems in the world
His soul is the essence of the sky and earth,
His feelings are a volcano that is yet to explode
His smile is the smile of lost innocence.

Pain vibrates deep inside of his gentle heart.
A lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts of his mind,
A mind with as many roads as the world has.
I look at him and I see a pure truth,
Like looking at a clear night sky,
Millions of stars twinkle within him.

He is beauty as I defined it,
He is perfect, his imperfections make him so.
He is my best friend, and I love him,
I love him although, not because.

And I would give up all the things which I think are pretty
If only I can hold his beauty within me,
For he is everything in this world,
And I have found a world in him.


He comprendido que formas parte de mi
se que tal vez unca estaras tangiblemente a mi lado
pero tambien se que nunca te iras.

Eres el aire, el cielo, el agua,
eres la sed de cariño
que el creador sembro en mi corazon.

Eres la definicion del amor aunque jamas
haya podido definirse ni pueda hacerse nunca
definir es limitar y el amor no tiene limites.

La fuerza motivadora de tu escencia
me ha transformado a una persona distinta
cuando presencie una puesta de sol te recordare.

Todo lo que brote de mi pluma habra
tenido tu origen y dare gracias a Dios.

Por que despues de todo he comprendido
que no se goza bien de lo gozado
sino despues de haberlo padecido.

Por que despues de todo he comprendido
que lo que tiene el arbol de florido
vive de lo que tiene sepultado.



A loving angel came to me
With a voice as sweet as honey
He showed life is not what it always seems
but so much more than you could ever imagine
He brought me to a place were sweet dreams live
He showed me how to be me
Through the darkness that blinded me
And on this special day I thank God
For sending this angel into my life

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