Whats The Point Of A Speed Bag

GUEST SIGNATURE: CZECH LETTUCE ANTONIO JOSE ANTONIO MARTINEZ SOLER

FOUR SONNETS A Imilce, by A. Czech

            HIMILCE

                                   It is guarded by Himilco leones:

; up, quiet, slender y admired

; only the stone in you, has purple

, and a sleep history, are your gifts.

; In each morning, without exception,

thy sphinx is leaning blush,

to the Florilegium, which fenced

chains are fringes of illusions.

; This will be of stone and be history,

, makes the time you despair

; and take the passenger in his memory.

, But you, unspoiled and beautiful, nothing hurt,

viewpoint of pigeons in your glory

and the view of watching you adhere.

; ; II

They are so poor your water jumping,

; mouth raised slightly by thread

; that sound like a source at all times

; you armed with stone from the rocks.

; wires while storing up water,

; dreams of being a stream, invoke acute,

lost that gift by which beg for

; other notes to be very little water.

, But the stone, oh face, at last, intact

postponed due to the decline and spent

; wasted between Place your beauty,

; you are rite the rite for the event,

, where time stands still idolized

and sing the mysteries of Baeza.

                                                 III

is, by novels and music

replicates all the time in which nests

the patina on the stone held

where history looms on emotions.

Goddess stone, bathed in illusions

; Square harmonizing life

treasures you and takes you on light shed

while otherwise keeping a thousand passions.

, Today, I sing, my ward coupling

and I came to the stone, look to the sky,

, and the flight of a goldfinch me shade.

; In your circle, your circle outlines

; A woman left to the zeal

; The tic, tac, female, named me ..

                                                 IV

                             

                              Oh, if that light in long hand

, sits on the time and places

a look at the water and raises and

, a harmonized and never vain kiss

leave me to live on that

already happened, when my mouth was boiling

and on my lips the life consumed

, blood dissolved in it died.

; If the value of time take us

to step immortal, the kiss taken

; to rest and lips that they loved,

: the stone, that your silence is declared

and the infinite faces the sun burnished

eyes clouded over in silence.

Himilce en la Fuente de los Leones de Baeza. Fotografía de César Atanes