
El arte... es mi razón, mi brújula, el solitario y estoico Faro que ilumina mi camino, la canción que suena en la Radio desde los suaves acordes de Drexler y las lágrimas que corren por mi mejilla al tratar una vez más de agradecerle; a esta Quimera fantástica, a mi vivir, a mi amar, a mi decir, a mi libertad pura y pacifica ondeante en el viento, un simple tributo a aquello gracias a lo que vivo y de lo que nunca pensé vivir.
martes, 22 de noviembre de 2022
blue
This is our conversation,
one a blue-tinted,
of words, once read in a book,
of feelings described in a work of art,
the deep thoughts that overwhelm our souls.
This is our friendship,
silent but full of character,
unimaginable and unspoken,
contradictory and austere
but welcoming as the corridors of a library.
This is our story,
one made up of the impossible,
of parallel paths that never converge,
of tunes, universes and seas that sail deep,
of silent regrets
and smiles that are given away.
These are us,
two that are not a pair,
a sum of unknown answers,
several unanswered letters,
the notes of chords that need an interlocutor,
you, me, us, that sounds like a crowd and gets lost in the bustle,
one for now
and one until forever.
.#4bttd #poem #poesia #시
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