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Exordio
En días recientes presenté una publicación My Balsamina in bloom, que incluyó fotografías de la primera floración, de mi planta de Impatiens walleriana.
Existen diferentes variantes, con distintos colores; se la conoce con diferentes nombres coloquiales, entre ellos: alegría, alegría del hogar, perico, balsamina, china, china, orejas de oso, miramelindo, belén, novios, chabela, belén de Guinea, entre otros.
Con este prólogo, les presento a continuación, un poema que le he escrito, a mis miramelindo que he decidido llamar "Alegrías que Florecen".
As I have already commented in other posts, I really enjoy growing plants and delighting in their blooms, even their scents. Exordium
In recent days I presented a publication My Balsamina in bloom, which included photographs of the first flowering of my plant Impatiens walleriana.
There are different variants, with different colors; it is known by different colloquial names, among them: as joy, joy of home, parakeet, balsamina, chinese, china, bear ears, look at me nice, belem, boyfriends, chabela, guinea bethlehem; among others.
With this prologue, I present to you below, a poem I have written to my miramelindo that I have decided to call "Blooming Joys".
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Alegrías que Florecen
/Blooming Joys
Alegrías que florecen, cómo periquitos parlanchines, que volatilizan pensamientos singulares, de promesas furtivas que enmudecen.
Alegrías que florecen, cómo pétalos de luz ardiente, bocetos que cautivan, con sus racimos axilares, variantes de mil colores que enorgullecen.
Alegrías que florecen, como frutos capsulares fusiformes, explosivos de semillas, promesas de alientos que danzan en jardines primaverales, que entullecen.
Alegrías que florecen, como floras perennes, suculentas y celosas de existencia, donde ni el tiempo, ni el espacio las detienen.
Alegrías que florecen, como manos crepusculares, que tocan y acarician el verano destellante, que merecen.
Alegrías que florecen, como bálsamo sedoso en el horizonte, destilando magia, emoción y desasosiego donde pertenecen.
Alegrías que florecen, como besos furtivos y apasionados que no soportan heladas, ríos tumultuosos y delicias taciturnas de novios que enloquecen.
Alegrías que florecen, como fragancias apetecibles, abismos sin fin, habitantes de horizontes de deleite, corcel de deseos veraniegos que reflorecen. Así son mis alegrías que florecen.
Joys that bloom, like chattering parakeets, that volatilize singular thoughts, of furtive promises that mute.
Joys that bloom, like petals of burning light, sketches that captivate, with their axillary clusters, variants of a thousand colors that make proud.
Joys that bloom, like fusiform capsular fruits, explosive of seeds, promises of breaths that dance in spring gardens, that make us proud.
Joys that bloom, like perennial flowers, succulent and jealous of existence, where neither time nor space can stop them.
Joys that bloom, like crepuscular hands, that touch and caress the sparkling summer they deserve.
Joys that bloom, like silky balm on the horizon, distilling magic, emotion, and uneasiness where they belong.
Joys that bloom, like furtive, passionate kisses that can't stand frost, tumultuous rivers, and taciturn delights of sweethearts gone mad.
Joys that bloom, like appetizing fragrances, endless abysses, inhabitants of horizons of delight, steeds of summer desires that bloom. Such are my blooming joys.
Thank you for your visit, see you soon. The poem presented is of my authorship.
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