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Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach high Of iron-woven solid stone Of glory hidden in thy heart So many paths, a maze of art? In thy old, Mantaro Valley Where adobes, breathe and tremble There lays the prettiest of brooks Is my heart, within its stream! My image deeply carved, rippled In its undiluted shallow waters Waiting, just waiting for me? As it opens up, opens up my soul My rippled soul-searching-eyes!... Note: Between Lima, Peru, and the Andes, and just beyond is the Mantaro Valley; therein, lays the area and village called San Jeronimo; tucked away within its foliage, and rustic background, is a brook, a stream that runs down form the mountains. It is a lazy and peaceful place. It glistens with the sun. What more can I say. #725 6/10/05 In Spanish A las Montañas ¡hermosos Andes! tus brazos llegan alto. De piedra tejida por hierro sólido De gloria ocultada en tu corazón. Tantos caminos, un arte de laberinto ? Donde los adobes, respiran y tiemblan Allí descansa el más bonito de los arroyos ¡Està mi corazón, dentro de su corriente! En sus aguas no diluidas bajas Esperando, solamente esperando por mí ? Asi como esto se abre, se abre mi alma ¡Mis ojos de examen de conciencia ondulados!... Note: Entre Lima, Perú, y los Andes, y solamente más allá està el Valle del Mantaro; allí dentro descansa el area y el pueblo llamado San Jeronimo; metido dentro de su follaje, y el fondo rústico, es un arroyo, una corriente que corre hacia abajo de las montañas. Esto es un lugar placido y pacífico. Esto brilla con el sol. Que más puede yo decir. *725 6/10/05 Fingers inside my Dream "Who's inside this dream of mine?" Death, death within a crimson dream? ?to fine I was never where I thought- ?stinging, grabbing me in this dream; (now?good night)! #726 6/11/05 In Spanish Dedos dentro de mi Sueño ¿" Quién està dentro de este sueño mio?" ¡(ahora...buenas noches)! *726 6/11/ Author/Poet Dennis Siluk you can see his books on http://www.bn.com or http://www.amazon.com
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