Invisible
El tiempo nunca espera
Exploraste en el pasado enrarecido
en los caminos cerrados de mi olvido
Escudriñaste en el lugar de mi destierro
entre las sombras prisioneras en mi cuarto
Me buscaste en la herida que se hizo abismo
y tu voz nunca encontró su propio eco
Indagaste en las palabras sin sonido
que abdicaron sin destino, sin aliento
Me respiraste en el silencio que es más frío
el vacío que es ausencia de significado
Seguiste mis huellas en las noches del eclipse
en los días que ruedan sobre si mismos
Me imaginaste en el pantano de mis sueños
en la resaca de la utopía del amor genuino
Reviviste el pasado atrapado en una foto
la claridad del tiempo que revela lo ignorado
Al final...
me encontraste sin buscarme
escondido en la ceguera de tus ojos.
.
Música: Bethnal Green by Eraldo Bernocchi and Blackfilm
Invisible
Time never waits
You explored on the rarefied past
in the closed roads of my oblivion
You scrutinized in the place of my exile,
between the shades prisoners at my room
You looked for me in the wound that became abyss,
and your voice never found its own echo
You investigated in the soundless words,
which abdicated breathless, without destiny
You breathed me in the silence that is colder,
the void that is absence of meaning.
You Followed my footprints in the nights of the eclipse,
in the days that roll on themselves
You imagined me on the swamp of my dreams,
in the hangover of the utopia of the genuine love
You revived the past caught in a photo,
the clearness of the time that reveals the ignored
At the end ...
You found me without searching me,
hidden in the blindness of your eyes.
.
Invisible
Time never waits
You explored on the rarefied past
in the closed roads of my oblivion
You scrutinized in the place of my exile,
between the shades prisoners at my room
You looked for me in the wound that became abyss,
and your voice never found its own echo
You investigated in the soundless words,
which abdicated breathless, without destiny
You breathed me in the silence that is colder,
the void that is absence of meaning.
You Followed my footprints in the nights of the eclipse,
in the days that roll on themselves
You imagined me on the swamp of my dreams,
in the hangover of the utopia of the genuine love
You revived the past caught in a photo,
the clearness of the time that reveals the ignored
At the end ...
You found me without searching me,
hidden in the blindness of your eyes.
.
Parecen desiertos solitarios
ResponderEliminartus últimas poesias
enterraste tus sentires
te comiste a ti mismo
parece fin de mundo,
se siente el olor a muerte.
Para nacer a lo nuevo hay que morir a lo viejo...
ResponderEliminarGracias por comentar Beatriz, un abrazo.