Adivinanzas en inglés

Each morning I appear To lie at your feet, All day I follow No matter how fast you run, Yet I nearly perish In the midday sun.		Keys without locks Yet I unlock the soul.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?		I am so simple, That I can only point Yet I guide men All over the world.

A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned. But the man who drowned had no brother. What was the relationship between the man who drowned and the beggar?		Man of old, it is told Would search until he tired, Not for gold, ne'er be sold, But what sought he was fire. Man today, thou mayst say, Has quite another aim, In places deep, he did seek, To find me for his gain!
For our ambrosia we were blessed, by Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, we have quelled the dragon's breath.		Colored as a maiden tweaked, time was naught when I began; through the garden I was sneaked, I alone am the fall of man.


Early ages the iron boot tread, with Europe at her command. Through time power slipped and fled, 'till the creation of new holy land.		One thin, one bold, one sick, one cold. The earth we span, to prey upon man.
One where none should be, or maybe where two should be, seeking out purity, in the kings trees.		He who makes it does not keep it. He who takes it does not know it. He who knows it does not want it. He who gathers it must destroy it.

One tooth to bite, he's the forests foe. One tooth to fight, as all Norse know.		This creature, part man and part tree, hates the termite as much as the flea. His tracks do not match, and his limbs may detach, but he's not a strange creature to see.
The part of the bird that is not in the sky, which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry.		Dead and bound, what once was free. What made no sound, now sings with glee.

The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.		Touching one, yet holding two, it is a one link chain binding those who keep words true, 'til death rent it in twain.
A house of wood in a hidden place Built without nails or glue High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.		Inside a great blue castle Lives a shy young maid She blushes in the morning And comes not out at night.

I have legs but walk not A strong back but work not Two good arms but reach not A seat but sit and tarry not		I can be touched But I hurt those who touch me I move swiftly through a dry forest But die in a mountain stream Where I pass I leave a black shroud.
He who makes it needs it not He who buys it wants it not He who uses it feels it not		In marble halls as white as milk, Lined with a skin as soft as silk, Within a fountain crystal-clear, A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

'Twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell, An echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed; 'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder, Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder. 'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath, Attends him at birth, and awaits him in death, Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health, Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth. In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care, But is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir. It begins every hope, every wish it must bound, With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned. Without it the soldier, the seamn may roam, But woe to the wretch who expels it from home! In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found, Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned. 'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear, It will make it acutely and instantly hear. Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, Ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.		The beginning of eternity, The end of time and space, The beginning of every end, The end of every place.
Robbers came to our house And we were all in. The house leaped out at the windows And we were all taken in.		Though I dance at a ball, I am nothing at all.

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