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blogosphere has proposed to participate in this celebration. Like that we did last year , this time we also join in the tribute with a poem by Luis Cernuda that stands as a cry that proclaims love as the ultimate human freedom.
If man could say what he loves,
if the man could raise his love for
sky like a cloud in the light;
if, as walls crumble,
to greet the truth straight in the middle,
could collapse his body, leaving only
the truth of his love,
truth itself,
not called glory, wealth or ambition, but
love or desire,
imagined I would be one;
who with his tongue, his eyes and his hands
proclaims to people the truth ignored
the truth of his true love.
Freedom
not know but the freedom of being imprisoned in
someone whose name I can not hear without chill;
someone who I forget this miserable existence
for whom the day and night are to me what you want,
and my body and spirit floating in your body and spirit as
lost logs that the sea flooded or
up freely, the freedom of love, the only
freedom which exalts me,
the only freedom that I die.
You justify my existence:
if you do not know, I have not lived;
if I die without knowing, I do not die, because I have not lived.

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