To My Wife
06 Jul 2009 1 Comment
in Life, Marriage, Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: Haiku
mujer mexicana
ojos chiapanecos
en flor
hail and pearls
after summer storms
melt at night
leaving old city
blossoms open unobstructed
this youthful couple
Twenty-five on the fifth,
one on the twelfth,
¡¡¡Felicidades mi amor!!!
~mlw
Te Quiero
17 May 2009 1 Comment
in Marriage, Poetry Tags: Mario Benedetti, poesía, Te Quiero, Uruguay
Tus manos son mi caricia
mis acordes cotidianos
te quiero porque tus manos
trabajan por la justiciasi te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho más que dostus ojos son mi conjuro
contra la mala jornada
te quiero por tu mirada
que mira y siembra futurotu boca que es tuya y mía
tu boca no se equivoca
te quiero porque tu boca
sabe gritar rebeldíasi te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho más que dosy por tu rostro sincero
y tu paso vagabundo
y tu llanto por el mundo
porque sos pueblo te quieroy porque amor no es aureola
ni cándida moraleja
y porque somos pareja
que sabe que no está solate quiero en mi paraíso
es decir que en mi país
la gente viva feliz
aunque no tenga permisosi te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho más que dos.~ por Mario Benedetti (1920-2009)
Three Months of Marital Bliss
12 Oct 2008 1 Comment
in Life, Marriage Tags: Love, Marriage
Today marks 3 months since Yuli and I were wed. I’d like to thank all of those that took part in making it the best day of our lives, especially our parents.
I couldn’t resist, at the end of the day, dedicating something to her. Though not all a bed of roses, it’s been the best 3 months of my short life thus far.
Love
I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.
- Roy Croft
I encourage you to visit our online photo slideshow to see our wedding fotos. Just follow the above link and type in “cathygray” in Browse Member. It´s on page 7, titled “wiserwed2″. Happy viewing.
Te amo nena. Gracias por todo lo que haces y por lo que significas para mi.
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