Poema de Amor - Richard Anthony

El sol nos olvidóayer sobre la arena.

Nos envolvióel rumor suave del mar.

Tu cuerpo me dio calor.

Tenía frío

Y allí, en la arena, entre los dos

Nacióeste poema,

Este pobre poema de amor para ti.

Mi fruto, mi flor,

Mi historia de amor,

Mis caricias,

Mi humilde candil,

Mi lluvia de abril,

Mi avaricia,

Mi trozo de pan,

Mi viejo refrán,

Mi poeta.

La fe que perdí.

Mi camino y mi carreta,

Mi dulce placer,

Mi sueño de ayer,

Mi equipaje.

Mi tibio rincón,

Mi mejor canción,

Mi paisaje.

Mi manantial, mi cañaveral,

Mi riqueza.

Mi leña, mi hogar,

Mi techo, mi lar,

Mi nobleza.

Mi fuente, mi sed,

Mi barco, mi red

Y la arena

Donde te sentí,

Donde te escribí

Mi poema.

The sun forgot us yesterday on the sand.

The soft sound of the sea enveloped us.

Your body gave me warmth.

I was cold

And there, in the sand, between the two

This poem was born

This poor love poem for you.

My fruit, my flower,

My history of Love,

My touchs,

my humble lamp,

my april rain,

my greed,

my piece of bread,

my old saying,

My poet.

The faith that I lost.

My road and my cart,

my sweet pleasure,

my dream yesterday,

My luggage.

my warm corner,

My best song,

my landscape

My spring, my canefield,

my wealth

My firewood, my home,

My roof, my lar,

My nobility.

My source, my thirst,

My boat, my network

and the sand

where I felt you

where i wrote to you

My poem.