{"id":7858,"date":"2018-05-04T14:13:59","date_gmt":"2018-05-04T11:13:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=7858"},"modified":"2018-05-04T14:13:59","modified_gmt":"2018-05-04T11:13:59","slug":"la-vendimia-the-harvest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=7858","title":{"rendered":"La Vendimia \/ The Harvest"},"content":{"rendered":"

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La Vendimia \/ The Harvest<\/p>\n

En un campo \u00e1rido, reseco, muerto
\npuse gotas de ilusiones para regar
\nesforzando los corazones y cuerpos
\nhasta poder nuestro amor cosechar.<\/p>\n

En el mercado de corazones
\nfui una vez a participar en subasta,
\naposte all\u00ed todas mis ilusiones
\ny llegu\u00e9 a tu amor de manera exacta.<\/p>\n

El amor reci\u00e9n descubierto
\nhe guardado como tesoro
\nen el pecho, para ti abierto
\ncomo cofrecito color de oro
\nEmbargado de dicha, pleno
\nte confieso mi sentimiento
\nde amor limpio y sereno
\nen el alma y pensamiento
\na pesar de mi pobreza
\nte ofrezco mi \u00fanico tesoro
\nlleno de amor con realeza
\nEl cofrecito color de oro<\/p>\n

Recolectando,
\nmis ilusiones
\nguarde mis ansias
\npor encontrarte;
\ny en la subasta de
\nmis tristezas
\nencontre los frutos
\nde nuestro amor<\/p>\n

La Vendimia que hoy honramos
\na fuerza de amor y dulzura,
\nrecoge el verde de las uvas
\nen las mieles del te quiero.
\nLa tierra f\u00e9rtil abonadas con amor
\nha sembrado con las aguas de pasi\u00f3n
\nque han sido fecundadas con fuego
\nque ha cosechado el coraz\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

Entonces todo las pasiones entregadas
\nhicieron suma para la tierra abonarla
\ncon semillas puras de amor endulzadas
\nconsagrando un planta para adorarla.<\/p>\n

Subaste mi amor con tus besos
\nlos cuales siempre me diste
\nte entregue mi amor por completo
\nsin pensar que serias mi comprador absoluto.<\/p>\n

nuestro amor es dulce como la uva madura, que se recoge y con la cual se hace el mejor vino, nuestra relacion fue cosechada en el mejor tiempo, nuestro amor da muchos frutos por la intensidad con que nos amamos.<\/p>\n

Ha concluido el esfuerzo de ambos
\nla consagraci\u00f3n nos ha premiado
\nla vendimia del amor demostrado
\nresulto el eden hilando nuestro lazos.<\/p>\n

Vito Angeli
\n……………………………………………….<\/p>\n

The Harvest<\/p>\n

In an arid, parched, dead field
\nI put drops of illusions to water
\nstraining hearts and bodies
\nuntil our love can harvest.<\/p>\n

In the market of hearts
\nI went once to participate in auction,
\nbet there all my illusions
\nand I got to your love exactly.<\/p>\n

The newly discovered love
\nI have saved as treasure
\nin the chest, for you open
\nas a gold colored casket
\nEmbargoed of happiness, fully
\nI confess my feeling
\nof clean and serene love
\nin the soul and thought
\ndespite my poverty
\nI offer you my only treasure
\nfull of love with royalty
\nThe gold-colored casket<\/p>\n

Collecting,
\nMy illusions
\nsave my cravings
\nto find you;
\nand in the auction of
\nmy sorrows
\nI found the fruits
\nof our love<\/p>\n

The harvest that we honor today
\nby force of love and sweetness,
\npick up the green of the grapes
\nin the honey of I love you.
\nThe fertile soil fertilized with love
\nhas sown with the waters of passion
\nthat have been fertilized with fire
\nwho has harvested the heart<\/p>\n

Then all the passions delivered
\nthey made money for the land
\nwith pure seeds of sweetness sweetened
\nconsecrating a plant to worship it.<\/p>\n

You raised my love with your kisses
\nwhich you always gave me
\nI give you my love completely
\nwithout thinking that you would be my absolute buyer.<\/p>\n

Our love is sweet like the ripe grape, which is picked and with which the best wine is made, our relationship was harvested at the best time, our love gives many fruits for the intensity with which we love each other.<\/p>\n

It’s finished the effort of both
\nthe consecration has rewarded us
\nthe harvest of love demonstrated
\nthe Eden resulted by spinning our ties.<\/p>\n

English version, Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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