Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, Rima IV
not say, exhausted his treasury, lack
affairs is silent lyre;
may not have poets, but there will always
poetry.
While waves of light ignites the heart
kiss,
while the sun
torn clouds of fire and gold, while the air
in its lap
perfumes and harmonies, while there
spring in the world,
There will be poetry! While science
does not discover the sources of life,
and at sea or in heaven that there is an abyss
calculated;
while always advancing humanity
not know where you walk,
while a mystery man ,
will be poetry!
While we feel that the soul rejoices,
without the lips smiling;
while cry without weeping
go to cloud the eyes;
while the heart and head
continue struggling, while there is hope and
memories,
will be poetry!
While there are eyes that reflect
the eyes that look,
while sighing lips respond
the lips that sigh,
as a kiss can feel
two confused souls,
while there is a beautiful woman,
will be poetry!
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