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This is very off-topic, but here it goes:
I published my first poetry book a few months ago. It's name is "Perdonadme", it is written in Spanish and my few readers say it is great. I invite you to read it.
You can download it for free from Lulu.com
[url]http://www.lulu.com/tedel[/url]
If you liked it, I would also ask you to spread the word with your friends.
OK, that's it. Don't consider this spam, please. Just sharing. :)
coma esta... well that's about all that i know.
raverboy
I studied Spanish for a semester, however have forgotten it because of my extreme concentrations in the German language.
My Spanish, she is rusty, pero voy a tratar.
38 PAGES!!
It was long...
Some of the poems are good, but some don't make sense at all.
In the last one
Why "Papel amigo"? Why is he sorry?
Tengo un gato en mis pantalones
"I have a cat in my pants?"
Lol, all I remember is 'puede usted decirme donde esta el bano?' & 'dos cervesa, por favor'.
But I would say it w/a decent french accent & get compliments on my spanish. They would start yammering away to me & I'd get all embarrased and confused. A la Mr Bean.
Papel, amigo, perdonadme la afrenta (Paper, friend, excuse my offense) was a poem I wrote while I was having a very hard time at my parish (yeah, I'm Catholic, sue me). By then, I was responsible for around 200 teens and youngsters (called Pastoral Juvenil in Spanish, word for word, Youth Pastoring, although I don't know if this is the correct translation in English); but, even though I tried hard to take these people where I was supposed to (to a deeper learning of God, among others), I smashed myself into the wall of their indifference every once and again.Quote:
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By then I was also awakening on the fact I am a leader and that made me feel very lonely. Yo ya estoy en la lucha, y el dolor me desola (I am already fighting, but pain devastates me) and the whole poem is an expression of that.
For those who want a poem in English, here is the translation of Humanidad (Mankind).
Mankind
Every shadow is the product of a light
Produced by two shadows that encountered.
Every kiss is the disdain to that voice
That never finds the proper words.
Every gesture is the betrayal of the heart
To what the soul bears carved in its bottom.
Every look is a contradiction,
The silent lecture of the enraptured soul.
Every shadow is the product of a light
Produced by two shadows that encountered.