Venu´s Milo Original Poem by @arrobapoema || La Venus de Milo poema original por @arrobapoema

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    Published on Nov 14, 2020
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    Un saludo a toda la comunidad de hive, vendo a declamarles un poema que he escrito con mucho amor titulado La Venus de Milo, espero que lo disfruten.

    Greetings to the entire hive community, I am selling you to recite a poem that I have written with much love entitled La Venus de Milo, I hope you enjoy it.
    La Venus de Milo
    Con tu mirada perdida y una sonrisa en
    La mejilla, Contemplas como te miro.
    Eres linda… muy bonita, La gracia se te
    Refleja y te dan tanta dulzura, que
    Solamente la tiene la orquídea en la
    Primavera.

    Bendita estaba la mano que esculpió tanta
    belleza.
    Bendita estaba la mano que esculpió tu lindo
    talle.
    No reflejando en tu cara, La angustia de ser
    lisiada.

    Bendito dios, bendita tierra, bendita mujer que
    pario.
    El que tallo tanta hermosura.
    El que con cincel y golpes, con martillo y una
    piedra.
    Dos que la estaban mirando y una que estaba
    posando

    Fue sacando hacia la luz.
    La imagen que tú ya vez, Una dama bien
    Formada. Con el torso descubierto y el
    Manto en la cintura.

    Con sus pechos perfilados y sus brazos
    cercenados.

    Y a pesar de su tragedia sin protesta y
    Sin lamento adornan tu bello hogar con
    Sonrisa y dulzura.

    Venus de Milo
    With your lost look and a smile on
    The cheek, you contemplate how I look at you.
    You are beautiful ... very pretty, grace is
    Reflect and give you so much sweetness, that
    Only the orchid has it in the
    Spring.

    Blessed was the hand that sculpted so much
    beauty.
    Blessed was the hand that sculpted your pretty
    waist.
    Not reflecting on your face, the anguish of being
    crippled.

    Blessed god, blessed earth, blessed woman who
    parius.
    The one who carved so much beauty.
    He who with chisel and blows, with hammer and a
    stone.
    Two who were looking at her and one who was
    posing

    It was drawing towards the light.
    The image that you already see, a good lady
    Formed. With an uncovered torso and
    Mantle at the waist.

    With her profiled breasts and her arms
    severed.

    And despite its tragedy without protest and
    Without regret they adorn your beautiful home with
    Smile and sweetness.

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