ALFONSINA STORNI TU ME QUIERES BLANCA PDF

Corola cerrada. Ni un rayo de luna. Filtrado me haya. Ni una margarita. Se diga mi hermana. Tú me quieres nívea, Tú me quieres blanca, Tú me quieres alba. TU ME QUIERES BLANCA por Alfonsina Storni. Tú me quieres alba,. Me quieres de espumas,. Me quieres de nácar. Que sea azucena. Sobre todas, casta. Translation of ‘Tú me quieres blanca’ by Alfonsina Storni (Alfonsina Storni Martignoni) from Spanish to English.

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Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Next up in our Best of You have been in the gardens, Black with deception, Wearing red and Running into ruin. HabitsLoveStrength. But, most of all I miss waking up to you. I mean he is. You are commenting using your Twitter account. It is more etorni and powerful in Spanish but I understand it more thoroughly in English, although I am a native Spanish speaker. Thanks for the translation!

Credits Get a free blog at WordPress. Translated from the Spanish by Sarah Fletcher top. Poems for an Empty Church.

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Not touched by moonbeams, Not called ‘sister’ by the daisies. I miss pushing you around at night.

Storni, Alfonsina: You want me white (Tú me quieres blanca in English)

She has to know. You want me to be Lily Above all others, chaste Of tenous fragrance; Closed corolla. You who still preserve Your skeleton.

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July 2, at 8: Alfonsina Storni May 29, — October 25, was one of the most important Argentine and Latin-American poets of the modernist period Wikipedia. Learn how your comment data is processed. Or is it just a culture remedy? Notify me of new comments via email.

February 18, at 8: And what about different cultures? Thank you for introducing me to her work. Notify me of new posts via email. I managed to comfort my mother with a lie, but a silent understanding was formed between us. She claims the right to remain silent. Corola cerrada Ni un rayo de luna Filtrado me haya. So flee into the woods, Run into the mountains; Clean your mouth; Live in a cottage; Touch the damp earth With your hands; Nourish your body with The bitter root; Drink, like Moses, From the rocks; Sleep upon the frost; Rejuvenate your flesh With saltpetre and water; Speak with the birds, Rise with the sun.

I miss feeling suffocated. Oh, she would have some things to say.

I grew cold and distant from my mother, my situation, and myself. Yes, I am honorable.

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You, who in the black gardens of deception, wearing red, ran in the waste. A Spoonful of Culture: To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: You want me like snow, You want me white, You want me pale.

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Blanc miss pulling small scraps of blanket when you hogged them.

And when your flesh Returns to you, And when you have put In it the soul, Which in the bedroom Was left tangled, Then, good man, Expect me white, Expect me snow, Expect me chaste.

Nor a daisy that may call herself my sister. I feel like the weather outside: You who were in the feast, Who were covered with leaves, Who destroyed the flesh To celebrate Bacchus. How much of this really works and how much is just made up? After fighting over mattress, pillows, and blankets for nine days, I thought I would love having elbow room. Because the last time I checked, it quieree perfectly natural. February 18, at 5: Thank you very much. Not touched even by a moonbeam; Not rivaled even by a daisy; You expect me to be niveous, You expect me to be white, You expect me to be dawn.