XVII (I do not love you...)
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.



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"A mis Amigos" Alberto Cortez

Caramel Macchiato

There is longing arising in my throat
Like a song floating on a flat-bottomed boat
Curving along the canals of Vienna

Princess Xanat, reclines like white orchids
In her lover’s sweet embrace,
melting away in velvet darkness

To the reddish gold and caramel
Overtones of sunrise and sunset
Love lift our cups to be filled

We share in the dark vigor of coffee
Cherries pressed against lips
Somewhere in Asia, Africa, Arabia careful

Hands choose the espresso that marks
More than the barren lands
Where love buried her treasure

And bid it grow, climb like a vine
Towards the heavenly sky
Where mortals become fine

My tongue with pleasure
In rivulet steams
With molten gold, I become the bee

Mesmerized by the purple tones of
The jacaranda flower
Flowing inside her.

The basket weave of caramel
Is full of promise
my thirsting lips

open with desire.

By Anushka Anastasia Solomon

Mario Benedetti "Tactica y estrategia"