#bella
Tu madre fue una vez bella y muy seductora
Cuando fue chavea
Ahora, tú eres igual de bella y sofisticada
Como las flores alegres
Es tu primavera
Es tu bella época.
Esta noche, tú eres atractiva
Como las rosas de la primavera
Tú eres brillante, incluso luminosa
Como las estrellas jubilosas
Es la hermosa estación
¡Oh! Mujer, tú tienes razón.
Tú gozas de perfecta forma
Tú superas todas las expectativas
Tú me rejuveneces y me haces sentir viva
Cuando te veo, mi corazón late fuerte
Tú eres una mujer hermosa y tierna
Con un guiño, tú acaricias mi alma.
Tú eres muy bella como tu madre
Es tu primavera
Es tu bella época
Soy el amante tierno y adorable
Que tú buscas, querida amiga
Puesto que tu sonrisa electriza mi alma y mi vida.
P.D. Traducción de “Une Belle-Mère, Une Belle Femme
Pour la fête de la Saint-Valentin”
Por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © febrero de 2026 Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:10 AM UTC
Through veils of twilight realms, my steps align,
A pilgrim bound by questions yet untold.
Between existence planes, I seek to find
A purpose veiled in shadows, bright yet cold.
The liminal expanse, a fleeting seam,
Where echoes hum with truths beyond the light.
Unfinished whispers weave my fragile dream,
A cosmic hymn that calls through endless night.
In this in-between, I find my soul,
Where stars ignite the cosmic harmony
Through shifting mists, I glimpse the infinite
Within in its depths, peer into a dark hole
The dance of shadows, darkness, and pure sea
And in its rhythm, my heart finds ecstasy
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
In the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights that guide
My syllables along,
Silence has never felt so
Concrete.
Silence, on questions I have asked my
Conscious for repetition, and
To hunt for answers
To unwritten dialogue,
And as I contemplate this concept,
The beauty of ringing church bells
Bleeds and creeps
Through my window,
Slicing through the distorted
Avenues and Sulcis of silence
In my mind,
To remind me
Of where I am.
Lying in the back of my car,
Keys in the transmission,
Waiting,
Hoping,
For a new path to explore
In this eclectic figure 8 of
Communication and relationship. I never
Try to make sense of it all,
Until
A faint whisper from a Princess unshackles
My liberating-attempting mind,
A faint whisper, harmonizing with the
Church bells,
Soothingly-caresses my ears,
A faint whisper,
Carrying,
The words.
I’ve.
longed.
To.
hear.
“Come with me this way.”
Hallucination of grace.
An overflowing melting ***
Of desire.
Stillness. Gracious like
A still river. Cercadas sing,
Rocks in awe don’t move.
Until the moment of that faint whisper,
I’ll remain in the spacious jar of silence,
Waiting,
For the Princess’ voices,
While the solace of lavender-flickering
Fairy lights
Guide my syllables along.
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 12:14 AM UTC
One star from the innumerable has fallen
But I will not let it die
The beauty and the memory shall not depart
In mine heart will it dine
The seed has fallen from the sky
And my tears have watered the ground in which it will root
The soil is fertile now
And everything you have planted in me will surely grow
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:57 AM UTC
I know she plays to win
That's how she won me over
I tried to impress her
But she already fell for another
Last year I learned how to let go
But I kept doing it over & over
When do I learn to express myself
Before I forever suppress myself.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
Bella, Bella – it’s a felony:
Writing verses bland and trite;
Breathing rhymes – tumultuous, mellow –
In your honor: quite a rite.
Bella, Muse in any language,
Any age and any land…
Bella! – Art for you, I wager,
Carries spirit, beauty, flare.
Be they poems, songs or novels,
Be they novel, classic, both -
Far above the comets hover,
Doing justice to our voice,
To your eyes, their depth, your soul…
You’re my soul’s sole Muse -
To inspire, to console;
Magic, power, love infuse…
Bella, Bella, no halo -
But angelic, wicked, real.
Voice more musical than cello,
Hands that send your passions reeling.
Ears elvish, lips of cherry,
You’re a girl devoid of lies,
No prize more dearly cherished -
Than to look into your eyes.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
* * *
Bella, Bella, flute or cello
Play within your heart;
Leaves of autumn, red and yellow,
Seek you from afar…
Bella, Bella, kind and mellow –
Music in your eyes;
Lives of ours: a clever melody -
Simple, no disguise.
Bella – translator and poet,
Singer, lover, friend;
Bella…Quill of mine is honed
To your wave and trend.
Bell, Bella, should we venture,
Dare and create? –
Stories modern, future, ancient…
I’m a bit afraid.
Shall we live with wild abandon?
Sing about the stars?
Live as wizards, lovers, bandits?
Stunning be and stunned?
Bella, Bella, end the lyrics –
Tales lie ahead:
Tall and fairy, moral, fleeting….
Let me have your hand.
Bella – five such simple letters…
Infinite, to wit.
Bella, please be real, you’d better!
Leave not with the wind…
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Bella was young, Bella was fair
With bilious green eyes and velvet hair
Her face a work of art
Made her creator's eyes squint and fall apart
Bella never let my filthy tongue near her silent heart.
My Bella, she loved nothing more
Than to be a sled one had to grind
Through a desert of white, a sea of ice
He pulled her all over frozen fields, past the last of crystal trees
And then he hid her in the glistering white of nature's eyeball.
For my Bella, I'd always find time to mourn
Addicted to hazy cigar heat and first-degree burns
But dreaded thoughts of her lovely chest freezing to death
Ultimately sent me on the pointless quest
Of searching for Bella in her icy mess.
Bella never saw the dozens of dead dogs
I had to leave by the wayside
She turned to me at the end of this cruel ride
And said: 'George, be careful what you preach
You might be feel cold, but I don't
'Round here, you're looking at nature's peach
And for me, it's right by the beach!'
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
a girl in pursuit of books
yes, indeed a bit shy,
but, god, does she have the looks
to make all the boys cry
a chatterbox once you get to know her,
pulling words from the air
never thought she'd be able to stir
feelings i never thought were there
she made me sad, too
i wept for her mind, body, and soul
she never had a clue
of the heart that she stole
what once was mine
is now hers for the keeping
drowning myself in wine
i'm having trouble sleeping
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
You and I were very close
And that all changed within 3 short months
It hurts to think about the past
And I panic when I think about what my future holds
And you never really explained why
Our friendship had to die
You just stopped responding
And I'm scared it will happen with my other friends too..
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
Bella,
My sweet bella
The one who makes me feel like my whole body hurts because I miss her
It's too much
I miss those nights, the ones with the moon by our side
How our drunkness made us close
I never thought someone I've seen six times would mean so much to me
I need your presence, I'm broken
I need someone
I need someone with whom to share my ***** in a bottle mixes with gatorade
I need that sausage smell
I'm writing this while being ******
But my dear Bella, you mean the world to me and I never thought someone would become as important as you have
It's like you put the stars in the skies
I need you to have someone to drown my sorrows in a bottle with. I miss you
But I know sometime, soon
I'll get drunk and do fun stuff with you
Nothing seems fun without you, you might be the missing piece
but Dear Bella, wait for me, as the sun waits to rest when sunset comes. I love you as much as a cherry blossom tree loves it's beautiful flowers that just bloomed
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
The moon stares down at us silently,
yet we cannot tell if it is in judgement or adoration.
Her hollow eyes and full lips make up an illuminate silhouette.
Your glowing porcelain mirrors her China cabinet.
Maybe she is jealous;
your off-white shine is holding my attention
more than hers ever has.
Maybe it is narcissistic of me to assume
that Mrs. Moon craves my affection.
Maybe it was wise of me to realize that your mahogany shutters contrasted against the dark green earth in your backyard
are encasing me with a sense of safety that I have not recently felt
and I should clutch on to that warmth and comfort
as tightly as your right hand clutches onto the fistful of my hair
or the strength your left arm carries
as it winds protectively around my waist.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
never has a smile
influenced the rate of my heart's
eclectic beating
as much as yours.
never has a touch
sent shivers down my spine
and through the recesses
of my hungry soul
as much as yours.
never has a mind
articulated such emphatic musings
and solemn trepidations
and shot them into the sky
with passion and hope and trust
only for the arrow to come spiraling down
embedding itself
into the flesh of my chest.
do not pull that arrow out of the basket
that is my *****
let it sink deeper
through my bones,
let it disappear into my arteries
and dissolve.
let it become one with my blood
and soak up the air
that you breathe into me.
i am thirsty
and you are the only water
i want to drink.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
~~~~
like bells
lies and truth
both have tongues
but only one rings
soulsurvivor
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC