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Me entrego a tus brazos
Con miedo y con calma
Y un ruego en la boca
Y un ruego en el alma
-- Con Toda Palabra by Lhasa de Sela
Tonight there is a heaviness in his heart.
I can feel a melancholy weight between my hand on his back,
. . . and my own heart beating.
He is sad about something. . .
Tonight, he smiles, but the smile doesn't reach his lowered eyes.
He embraces me the way he always does, then pauses . . .
not even a breath,
his arm holds me a little closer.
I hold him a little tighter in return and he relaxes slightly.
We take a deep breath together.
The second phrase starts and we glide into the stream of dancers.
He is here, but also somewhere else . . . .
. . . . reliving something that the music has brought to mind.
Translation (courtesy of Lyricstranslate.com)
"I surrender to your arms
with fear and with calm
and a prayer on my lips
and a prayer in my heart"
I like this. The woman-poet, so rare. Is that because men don't inspire or is it a woman-thing? I wonder.
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