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76. Whichever times in dreams I lived it, and wide-awake I will have dreamed, to see it your face of fence, while these having breakfast.
77. The writing that is spilled of my fingers, in form of almost prosa, other coarse and plebian poetry times, will not provoke interest, but that in the alluded to people, or that wants well to me, and when my body of sense to a box, and my soul one with stars, single my children, perhaps, read my crazy thoughts, and on that form I live in its memories.
78. The love and hatred are two good heat sources.
79. Accurate it was the arrow that left its smile.
80. The marriage is a race of bottom filled with joys, stones of the way nor I decide to me.
81. They realized? That morning all the birds watched towards east, in the streets bloomed thousands of flags, were smiles in the balconies and the multitude crowded itself in the sidewalks; they sounded to laughter mixed with parents ours and until the scent of Madrid it seemed different. They saw globes of thousand colors ascend to the sky, and the soldiers like serpentines. There they were the politicians with his better smile, the town and the sovereigns with its better desire, Argentina giving color to the hope, a Girl by but Pastori signs adorns the Bird Maria, and all slopes, fascinated, by a old white dove.
82. If you think that the world I am created single, you would have to take a walk slighter; at noon by the field, acercarte to the nests in the first hours in the morning and to watch the sky at night.
83. The kisses arrived, already keeps them and not in vain, I put them with the laughter, the memories and the strolls of the hand. THE ART OF THE LOVE. FOR MEN
84. In the celebrations: The wine releases the passions and makes some doubtful presences pleasant.
85. It trusts same you. The women pretend: She remembers that the only thing that you lose she is if.
86. Your first words are pretended. Escríbele tender words with chalks of the temple, soon you will be able to erase them with savannahs of the thalamus.
87. It likes the women who force them. But eye that that force does not call to the pain tears, then that damn happiness took written the date in your stones.
88. The man must take the initiative. If takings the initiative is not possible that your car arrives I complete in the circus.
89. You do not discuss just as a marriage. The disputes aléjalas of your lips, that these are closed if flames to the Violent one.
90. Little they appreciated to you if you are poet. My verse sweetens the heart of the women, for satisfaction of the Barbarians.
91. When one is ill, cuídala. You do not curse the hours of pain, for which it suffers, to be to its glad side, alleviates to him.
92. Ausentarte agrees to you, but not much. Taken care of Ten, when the sea this in the middle, the gulls settles in your port.
93. It hides your treasons. I was not. Say in the temple. In the circus I was.
94. The pleasure reconciles. If your end, by loves without affection, does not take good measurement, apéate in the first section and with your language satisfies the temple with Venus.
95. Good lover is the mature woman. To give the old love me is but the slow one, but the lasting one.
96. As in the copula the man will act. It can which by your youth or the long time in campaign, your joy is too fleeting, and to avoid the laughter secretly, it spills in the Earth the wise person of your tree.
97, Celebradnos, men, to pronounce praises in our honor and to comment "Ovid Nason and Ovid were my teachers" FOR WOMEN
98. YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE TIME. YOU ENJOY. To dissipate all love doubt, to gather the fruits of the man and to scatter them by the skin as perfume of Egypt.
99. THE FEMININE HYGIENE. That the feet do not inform into you before your presence.
100 THE DRESSES. It fits your dress to the figure with tape, will make your tempting hips more visible.
101. THAT IT DOES NOT SEE THE MAN AS YOU PRIMP. But it remembers that a recharged picture single pleases to the critical.
102. LIKE DISGUISING DEFECTS FISICOS. If first rows in the theater you look for, that your defect does not notice, it tries to walk watching the ground and when they call acércate quickly to you to know him.
103, DEBEIS DEJAROS TO SEE TO HUNT. The craftsman of the love distributes every day tries to be close when he calls to you.
104. THE VETERAN LOVER. If you look for a father trusts yours, loving with grey hairs few joys will give you outside the thalamus.
105. IT AGREES THAT OS YOU DENY ONCE IN A WHILE. The long delay is not good either for the Barbarian mind of the man, with facility walks this, by the taverns next to the circus.
106, HAZLE TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE ANOTHER LOVER. To the man it likes to hunt? Or to clear the piece to him to the companion of the game?
107. IT PRETENDS THAT IT THESE MASTERS And WHO JEALOUS. The false tears, create furrows of true love in that contemplates them. 108. SAMPLE THAT YOU ENJOY, PRETENDS IF YOU ARE FRIGIDA. If not even for the theater you are worthy, quédate with your parents.
109. I leave for end good lesson than I can daros, that when you find in the green one boils a flower that excels, you walk around her the rest of your life. This the men do it, the women wish it, and that in the amphora of the memory this inscription is always ***reflxed mng "Ovid was my teacher"
110. He never is late for the love, never he is soon for wanting, always is soon when you go away, always is late for returning.
111. The ideas flow of my mind, but the reality and occupies to put a cork to him.
112. I never can be single always is un/a amiga/o to make bitter the solitude to me.
113, Havana cries Havana to him remembers Havana to him in row is put for besarte, in row for mirarte, row for its pain mostrarte. All the carrier pigeons of your life have filled all notes written black in pentagrama have hung themselves. For ganarte the life, pure with your hands you did, that long the hours were made, that short when they called to you and songs you said. The world is united to Cuba, in a deep prayer, I extinguish the voice of Compay Second.
114, Havana cries Havana to you remembers Havana to you in row would be put if it could for besarte, in row for mirarte, in row for its pain mostrarte. We were united to Cuba, in a hope prayer and of light, the sauce has fallen asleep, extinguished to the eyes of Celia Cross.
115. These celebrations that will make the peñistas, these celebrations that will do the bigheaded ones, who sang his pasacalles if they were speechless. (Albertico we remembered to you)
116. These beginning to soften my heart that before was of hard chocolate, in calentico - of cup - are become for your lips mojarte.
117. As I can be moved, if I do not touch to you, as I could be ingenuous, if I do not see you, as I will be able to sleep, if when dreaming I do not see you, as I will be able in aim to have breath, if on your kisses I do not feed to me.
118. To forget to me you? One can be forgotten those things that a tenuous light illuminated, but those that were illuminated, by the brilliance of the affection, will remain for always visible in the streets of the memory.
119. One hundred reasons so that exist always enamored I this. They enamor the birds to me with his trinos, they enamor the flowers that I see me from here, and those butterflies that fluttering their fragile wings, settle on the petals of my garden. They enamor the fields that of food are used for the heart, and those trees that it shades give, to the ardors of the love. It enamors to me seeds it, the red Moor and the fruits of the grapevine, it enamors the sun and the wind, and those clouds to me that cry like a moan. I already finish relating, almost out of breath, occurring 88 women and with that I do not lie is one hundred.
120. If, when rocking the blue bells of your balcony, you think that sighing it passes the wind murmurador, sigh knows that, hidden between the green leaves I. If, when confused resonating to your backs vague rumor, you think that by your name distant voice has called you, it knows that, between the shades that they surround to you, I call I to you. If it disturbs fearful in the high night your heart to you, feeling in your lips a burning breath alongside knows that, although yours, breathing invisible I. If, slipping by your cheeks amanecido the tears run, so that your to want forgetfulness and I grieve to you knows that, there where you need to me there I am I. (Gustavo Adolph and I)
121. The dreams, that in your lips leave, that are left prisoners in your memory.
122. To THESE And THESE. You, Grecino, yes, you, I decide me well, that you said that no can love two women simultaneously. That your woman must be like the sword which you contain and that tied is to your waist, only. Of your fault now I am in favor in a trap, of your fault, is in favor my imprisoned and disarmed body. But your fault has been my lack and is close my perdición, the Eros Goddess laughs of my mistakes, when to it is I go and to the other I return. Here you have I in my desvergüenza master to two simultaneously. The two are beautiful, and both go with care decorated. The one, in house, complaciente hopes to me, this one, in túnica white in the alcove rests. In doubt it is if she is this one or if she is that one first in the arts to adorn itself. I watch at this one with live coals in the eyes, of that other already is in favor in ashes my heart. This one is more beautiful than that, also that is more beautiful than this one and I like plus this one and that. At the time of being read, this one sighs by Homero and this one other is turned in Virgilio. I cannot in this one disagreement, to decide me by which their forms seduce, nor to differ of the appendix of my body that calls to this one other. I back do not watch in my to ramble by the gardens of this one, not to see this one my shade, to become after its passages in search of this one other. Nomadic I go, just as the small canoe which they push discord winds. Pain is that I loving these, these refuse dwelling with me, yes these, the two, for that reason I request Cupido to you that your, yes your, that you fatten yourself in this one my fragile essence of man, and you nail time and time again, this one your arrow in my heart, silence your vigor for this one your servant. (Ovids)
123. Thus I remain, like the crust of a tree: wrinkled, dry, with the sap of the life to skin flower. In the measurement that spends the years, I am leaving in the way the seeds that created to me, and the branches of the memory that in my trunk formed. No longer I listen to your voice between the leaves that serve to me as ear, was the unique thing that I had left and also that there am it lost. Nothing becomes ill to me but that the forgetfulness, my wood becomes face, my branches, a frown, and without the water of your smile, you do not doubt it, a log.
124. I pass the day crying my memories and laughing to me of my future.
125.Si sights my eyes, single sides your face, if at the heart you watch to me, sides your house.