Eρατώ Poem by Marco Antonio Solano
Eρατώ
Erato fue acaso un sueño,
recuerdo de aquel pasado
cuyo perfume hechizado
hincó mi alma ante su dueño.
Tez de miel, pelo trigueño
sútil silueta gitana
sabor de flor italiana,
donde en mi lengua de hombre
todavía tiembla el nombre
de aquella mujer romana.
Marco '15
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Marco '15
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