
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.
domingo, 17 de septiembre de 2023
Me gustan las ciudades por donde pasa un rio
"I like cities where a river passes."
Especially one that sounds impossible, spelt silently, with an open vowel and an explosive consonant, a city that seems insomniac, that drags pain after its course and boasts of its achievements with beautiful bridges; But leaving all that aside, I like cities where I can see a river go by, not just listen to the lullaby of the ocean, but see the river move, like life, with its cause that is rewritten over time, with its agony of immediacy and its increased cruelty after summer storms. I like the cities that let a river pass through them, that marks their history, that tells their evils, that keeps the path to flee to the sea; But what I love the most is that dreamy view, the naughty rain, and behind the glass of my tower of dreams, sharing an hug; my hopeful asylum in your town.#4bttd #poem #poesia #시 #withgalaxy
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