BESOS POEMA DE GABRIELA MISTRAL

BESOS DE GABRIELA MISTRAL

There are kisses that speak for themselves
the sentence of condemnatory love,
there are kisses that are given with the look
there are kisses that occur with memory.

There are silent kisses, noble kisses
there are enigmatic, sincere kisses
there are kisses that are given only souls
There are kisses forbidden, true.

There are kisses that burn and hurt,
there are kisses that snatch the senses,
there are mysterious kisses that have left
A thousand wandering and lost dreams.

There are problematic kisses that contain
a key that nobody has deciphered,
there are kisses that engender tragedy
how many roses in brooch have leafless.

There are scented kisses, warm kisses
that pulsate in intimate desires,
there are kisses that leave traces on the lips
like a field of sun between two ice.

There are kisses that look like lilies
sublime, naive and pure,
there are treacherous and cowardly kisses,
there are cursed and perjured kisses.

Judas kisses Jesus and leaves printed
in his face of God, the felony,
while the Magdalena with her kisses
piously fortifies his agony.

Since then in the kisses palpita
love, betrayal and pain,
in human weddings they seem
to the breeze that plays with the flowers.

There are kisses that produce ravings
of passionate ardent and crazy passion,
you know them well are my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.

Kisses of flame that on printed trail
they carry the furrows of a forbidden love,
Storm kisses, wild kisses
that only our lips have tasted.

Do you remember the first ...? Indefinable;
covered your face with red blushes
and in the spasms of terrible emotion,
your eyes filled with tears.

Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess
I saw you jealous imagining grievances,
I suspended you in my arms ... a kiss vibrated,
and what did you see later ...? Blood on my lips.

I taught you to kiss: cold kisses
they are of impassive rock heart,
I taught you to kiss with my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.