Now on the brighter side.

Tres tristes tigres trigo trillado comien.

Now, try to say that three times as fast as you can.

You should get together with Clave, she writes poetry in Spanish and is a really sweet person

Cool.....I will befriend her and send her a hug. This is the first spanish one I put up. It's very cool now that I look at it. =) bstable....I can't say that....and it made me laugh! thanks! both of you

princess

does anyone like pablo neruda?

I'm not a poet, but I know that Pablo Neruda was a gifted poet from Chile. Was he killed during the coup of 1973?

me encanta

"me encata" por que yo puedo

amour

las flores rojas

la passion

mi vida

ahora tiene una casa

Translated:

I Love

I love

because I can love

Love

the red flowers

the passion

my life now has a home

yes, he was chilean but of course he wrote in spanish. is the thread about poetry in spanish or poetry by spaniards?

It can be both, doesn't matter to me....esos aqui estas poemas en espanol =)

si si senoir/senorita/senora =)

here are some lines from neruda: (don't know the original, sorry)


XLIV
Where is the child that I was -
inside of me still - or gone?

Does he know I never loved him
or he, me?

Why did we spend so much time
growing up, only to grow apart?

Why didn't both of us die
when my infancy died?

And if spirit has fallen away from me
why does a skeleton follow me?

Kinda sad that poem. Sounds like he wants his childlike spirit back and is being haunted by its memory.

This one is by Violeta Parra de Chile. She suffered deeply from depression, but man she could write. It's kind of long.
She put it to music.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio dos luceros que, cuando los abro,
perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco,
y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el odo que, en todo su ancho,
graba noche y da grillos y canarios;
martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,
y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario,
con l las palabras que pienso y declaro:
madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando
la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados;
con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
playas y desiertos, montaas y llanos,
y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio el corazn que agita su marco
cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano;
cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo,
cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto.
As yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto
y el canto de todos, que es mi propio canto.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.

(1964-1965)

shoot I just don't know enough spanish...let's see
I can say
uno mas margarita grande por favor
hm,
that's not very poetic.

I don't know much spanish either, but when she sings it the feeling goes to your heart.

Bipolar,

Nosotros necesitamos vivir fuera de nuestras cabezas. Nosotros amamos la vida y queremos vivir muy felices.

Your Spanish poetry seems to be nice, but there are few changes that need to be done. Changes with the content.

Abrazos :) x

I'm highly selfish. I DO want to live. Although in some ways condemned, I choose to live. I have several rather radical slogans I have used elsewhere in the past. These are:

Maverick: a dissenter, an artist

"One of the greatest blasphemies is dictating matters of the heart, invading personal space and theft of another's personal peace."

"Everyday that I live is an act of rebellion."

These are pretty strong, but in the past, stigma would affect me that way. Nowadays, I am a lot calmer.