Yo soy el viento que tu sientes
en el calor d'el verano
Yo soy el cancion que tu cantas
cuando levantas de su cama
Yo soy el hambre que tu sientes
en el fuego de su alma
Yo soy el corazon que florece
cuando tu me tocas.
I am the breeze that you feel
in the heat of the summer
I am the song you sing
when you rise from your bed
I am the hunger you sense
in the fire of your soul
I am the heart that blooms
when you touch me.
Reviews of "El Corazon Que Florece/ The Heart that Blooms"
Reviewed by M. L. Caligaris
Reviewed on November 21, 2002
Author-Poet Elizabeth Galvez, you have the magic pen! You write divinely, whether it is poetry or shot stories.
I have a feeling that from this to many feature generations you will receive accolades from the all corners of the planet.
YOU ARE JUST DIVINE!
Thank you
Reviewed by John
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
How truly is Love expressed, for it is here within your words that its true meaning shows the Rose in full blossom
so glad you put the english translation along with the spanish; i don't know much spanish (but i AM learning..slowly!)! beautiful write in both languages; i so enjoyed this! love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)
Beautifully expressed in both languages, Elizabeth. Me encanta ese idea que el corazon florece.
Amor
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
Yo soy el mar,
Mi color es azul,
Yo soy el barco
que tu levas
para partes desconocido
por rumbos extranos
en tu mente. Siento
pero yo soy Senor
Nadie. Bill o
mejor dicho
Guillermo
Your poem is excellent in both languges.
Perdoname, you soy chistoso!
Reviewed by Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed on November 19, 2002
A true expression of art pictured with the film of beautiful cambo of words.
Congartulations Poet Elizabeth Galvez.
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I have a feeling that from this to many feature generations you will receive accolades from the all corners of the planet.
YOU ARE JUST DIVINE!
Thank you
Amor
Mi color es azul,
Yo soy el barco
que tu levas
para partes desconocido
por rumbos extranos
en tu mente. Siento
pero yo soy Senor
Nadie. Bill o
mejor dicho
Guillermo
Your poem is excellent in both languges.
Perdoname, you soy chistoso!
Congartulations Poet Elizabeth Galvez.