lumlover:
Hello again everyone! today I wanted to share one of my other passions with you people and that is my passion for poetry. I love poetry as much as I love UY, and this poem always remind me of my dear lum... the verses are a little modified to be more fitting ;) and this is a traduction I had to make myself, the poem was originally wrote in spanish, hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
I don't give a damn if women's breasts are like magnolias or like dried figs; a complexion like a peach or like sandpaper. Importance equal to zero I give to whether they awake with a breath like an aphrodisiac or a breath like insecticide. I am perfectly capable of bearing a nose that would take first prize at a carrot show; but one thing is for sure! And this is irreducible. Under no pretext whatsoever will I forgive them for not knowing how to fly... Any one of them who doesn't know how to fly is wasting her time trying to seduce me!
This was – and none other – the reason that I fell in love, so madly, with Lum.
What did I care about her lips in installments and her sulfurous jealousies? What did I care about her temper and her looks that withheld judgment?
Lum was truly light as a feather!
From daybreak on, she flew from the bedroom to the kitchen, from the dining room to the pantry. Flying she prepared the bath. Flying she did her shopping, her chores…
With what impatience I waited for her to return, flying, from some outing in the surroundings! There far off, lost in the clouds, a little pink dot. Lum...and in a few seconds, she was there embracing me with her feather-like legs, to carry me, flying, to anyplace at all.
For kilometers in silence we soared on a caress that brought us close to paradise; for hours on end we nested in a cloud, like two angels, and then suddenly, in a loop-the-loop, on a dead leaf, the forced landing of a spasm.
How delightful to have a woman so light…even if she makes us, from time to time, see stars! How voluptuous to pass the days among the clouds…to pass the night on a single flight!
After knowing an ethereal woman, can an earthly woman render us any sort of attraction? Isn't it true that there is no substantial difference between living with a cow or with a woman who has her buttocks seventy-eight centimeters off the ground?
I, at least, am incapable of understanding the seduction of a earthly woman, and no matter how much effort I put into conceiving of it, it is not possible for me to even imagine that love can be made any other way but flying...
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trex:
Pass the poem in Spanish (Pasalo en español).
Lum-chan:
I guess Google Translate won't do the trick. Any good translator around?
Seiryu:
I enjoyed that.
trex:
--- Quote from: Lum-chan on April 18, 2017, 08:48:42 AM ---I guess Google Translate won't do the trick. Any good translator around?
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Well, with google translate I can understand it a bit, but in Spanish I can understand it a lot of xD