Besa el nino enamorado
A la madre que lo vela
Besa la abuela amoroza
La cabeza de su nieta
Besa la joven doncella
Al principe de sus suenos
Y hasta una mujer madura
Da la vida por un beso...
Le roba un viejo atrevido
Algunos besos a la vida
Y yo callada lo observo
Y murmuro quedamente
Por un beso de mi amado
Por un beso...que daria!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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