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Esos Ojos Arabes
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(We've been having the worst drought here in Colorado since 1977, it has been muy caliente!  I was inspired to write this by daydreaming on this warm day!  ) Esos Ojos Arabes (Those Arabian Eyes) By: Noah Eaton 4/23/02 Su sentido común lanza el corazón en hierro que Tu sabe que he trampled por años millas que Cruzan por este deslumbrador desertan Su filosofía es tan más romántico a mí que Robert Owens Y mucho más razonable que Karl Marx Yo me siento como un pirata que busca su tesoro perdido Ah sí, puedo ver finalmente La ascensión de phoenix antes mí Tu ha obtenido mí enfoqué Para siempre nosotros siempre seremos Su cara es justa, su cara es suave Tan cremosa como confite de azúcar y mantequilla Todo aspiro para siempre se lo deberá tener A usted yo siempre seré verdad Que los labio son más rojos que vermillion Su baile de vientre es hermosamente seductive Y cada vez mis suspiro de corazón Apenas mirar fijamente en esos ojos árabes Yo me asoleo bajo este Dar un paso caliente rojo del sol del verano en el tango antiguo del Baile de templos con hallucinaciones En este tribunal del tenis de la pasión, yo oigo que su sirena llora Ellos juegan como sitars Twinned a mi imaginación más silvestre Ah sí, puedo ver finalmente La ascensión de phoenix antes mí Tu ha obtenido mí enfoqué Para siempre nosotros siempre seremos Su cara es justa, su cara es suave Tan cremosa como confite de azúcar y mantequilla Todo aspiro para siempre se lo deberá tener A usted yo siempre seré verdad Que los labio son más rojos que vermillion Su baile de vientre es hermosamente seductive Y cada vez mis suspiro de corazón Apenas mirar fijamente en esos ojos árabes Tómeme, yo soy suyo Columpia, carruaje dulce Quiero vivir en ojos Esos ojos árabes que yo nunca puedo resistir Su cara es justa, su cara es suave Tan cremosa como confite de azúcar y mantequilla Todo aspiro para siempre se lo deberá tener A usted yo siempre seré verdad Que los labio son más rojos que vermillion Su baile de vientre es hermosamente seductive Y cada vez mis suspiro de corazón Apenas mirar fijamente en esos ojos árabes (English Version) Your common sense casts my heart in iron You know I have trampled for years Crossing miles through this blinding desert Your philosophy is so more romantic to me than Robert Owens And much more reasonable than Karl Marx I feel like a pirate seeking your lost treasure Ah yes, I can finally see The phoenix rise before me You've got me focused Forever we will always be Your face is fair, your face is soft As creamy as butterscotch All I aspire is to forever hold you To you I will always be true Your lips are more red than vermillion Your belly-dance is beautifully seductive And every time my heart sighs Just staring into those Arabian eyes I'm basking under this red hot summer sun Stepping into ancient temples Dancing tango with hallucinations On this tennis court of passion, I hear your siren cries They play like sitars Twinned to my wildest imagination Ah yes, I can finally see The phoenix rise before me You've got me focused Forever we will always be Your face is fair, your face is soft As creamy as butterscotch All I aspire is to forever hold you To you I will always be true Your lips are more red than vermillion Your belly-dance is beautifully seductive And every time my heart sighs Just staring into those Arabian eyes Take me, I'm yours Swing me, sweet chariot I'm lost in your eyes Those Arabian eyes I can never resist Your face is fair, your face is soft As creamy as butterscotch All I aspire is to forever hold you To you I will always be true Your lips are more red than vermillion Your belly-dance is beautifully seductive And every time my heart sighs Just staring into those Arabian eyes [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (04-23-2002 10:37 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Es muy caliente, si? El sol.... well, my Spanish is too weak to write much more than this. It's an interesting poem. I remember seeing some mysterious Arabian eyes years ago, when I lived in the ME. You nearly had a sunstroke today? We should get to +45F by the weekend, and then I'll have to worry about heatstroke!  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 just lay back and enjoy it Noah! Life is good, hot or not. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Noah - another poem from your heart, and in two different languages. Well done my friend... BC |
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