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(Esp-Eng) Poema: I- Arde la llama / I- Poem: The flame burns.

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Published: 15 Jan 2026 › Updated: 15 Jan 2026(Esp-Eng) Poema: I- Arde la llama / I- Poem: The flame burns.

(Esp-Eng) Poema: I- Arde la llama / I- Poem: The flame burns.

Buenos días, comunidad. Espero que les guste esta primera parte del poema: Arde la llama.

Grita fuerte y, en su desdicha,

lanza un conjuro al cielo,

sacude la brisa.

Las nubes grises son testigos de su angustia.

Arde la llama que proclama el fuego.

Ruge fiera sobre su piel morena.

Rompe barreras y sueños con penas.

¿Es culpable de sentir, acaso?

¿Es ingrato sentirse viva?

Suelta promesas o maldiciones,

mira el suceso de sordo ruego.

Ama en silencio y con desdén,

mira con lágrimas de nuevo al cielo.

Es, sin reparos, la más hermosa.

Hechiza al tiempo, cabellos aurora.

Sabe que, incluso en un destello,

él la desea, cual viejo sueño.

Lanza en angustia un nuevo ruego.

—¡Bruja! —la llaman, ¿acaso es cierto?

Arde con prisas, es su desgracia,

ser diferente, una amenaza.

Y en la penumbra, ruega a los dioses

volar, ser libre, sentir su roce.

Arde la llama, con triste fuego.

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English version:

Good morning, community. I hope you like this first part of the poem: The Flame Burns.

She shouts loudly and, in her misfortune,

casts a spell to the sky,

shakes the breeze.

The gray clouds are witnesses to her anguish.

The flame that proclaims the fire burns.

It roars fiercely over her dark skin.

It breaks barriers and dreams filled with sorrows.

Is she guilty of feeling, perhaps?

Is it ungrateful to feel alive?

She releases promises or curses,

watches the event of a deaf plea.

She loves in silence and with disdain,

looks with tears once more to the sky.

She is, unquestionably, the most beautiful.

She bewitches time, her hair like dawn.

She knows that, even in a flash,

he desires her, like an old dream.

In anguish, she casts a new plea.

"Witch!" they call her—is it true, perhaps?

She burns in haste, it is her misfortune,

to be different, a threat.

And in the twilight, she prays to the gods

to fly, to be free, to feel their touch.

The flame burns, with a sorrowful fire.

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- Tanslation to English in [Google]( https://translate.google.com/?hl=es)

- Imagen de [Pixabay](https://pixabay.com/photos/fire-bonfire-night-evening-burning-123784/)

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