Necesitamos de halagos.
Los halagos nos hacen felices.
De muchos halagos creemos que comemos perdices.
Más si nos los quitan, mal nos encontramos.
Superfluos.
Falsos.
Interesados.
O sinceros.
Tú me halagas yo
Te halago.
De las extremidades del árbol.
A la simiente que dora el Sol.
La verdad es que sin halagos.
Se forja un mundo peor.
Pero sin la sincera crítica bien dicha…
Podemos caer en el trágico error mundano
De la muerte, el caos o la enfermedad.
Si no lo ves así
Compraré un halago para ti.
Poesía Manu Cueva.
We need to praise.
Compliments make us happy.
In many compliments we believe we eat partridges.
But if we remove them, bad we are.
Superfluous.
False.
Concerned.
Or sincere.
You flatter me I
We compliment.
In the limbs of the tree.
A seed that gilds the Sun
The truth is that without flattery.
It creates a world worse.
But without honest criticism well said ...
We can fall into the tragic mistake mundane
Death, chaos and disease.
If you do not see well
Buy a compliment to you.
Poetry Manu Cueva.
Compliments make us happy.
In many compliments we believe we eat partridges.
But if we remove them, bad we are.
Superfluous.
False.
Concerned.
Or sincere.
You flatter me I
We compliment.
In the limbs of the tree.
A seed that gilds the Sun
The truth is that without flattery.
It creates a world worse.
But without honest criticism well said ...
We can fall into the tragic mistake mundane
Death, chaos and disease.
If you do not see well
Buy a compliment to you.
Poetry Manu Cueva.
2 comentarios:
Yo me halago cada vez que me pongo a llorar. En serio.
Abrz.
Y ¿Porqué no? Dijo alguien al que consideraban sabio.
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