Poem Ismael Enrique Arciniegas
(Colombia).
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Alone
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Want to talk? ... OK ... begins ...
speaks to my heart like other days ...
But no ... What would you say? ...
What could you say to me sadness? ...
not try to apologize, and everything is vain ...
died and roses in the garden.
The dried green field at summer
and my faith in you, like me love, has died.
Love
sorry! ...
Ave
he wants to return to the nest
through the frost and fog! ...
love that comes numb and stiff ...
Where were happy and everything is dead ...
not come back ... Find everything in ruins! ...
What have you been? ... Why come back? ...
What are you looking? ... No one will reply! ...
is alone my soul and I'm sad,
immensely sad death.
All illusions that I loved,
you wanted to share that fate,
long you waited in the shade
and went ... Tired of not seeing you! ...
When first
in my way I found,
laughed in the fields of happy spring! ...
all how different today! ... Step by step
and alone, I walk through the deserted road;
ship revolts aimlessly between waves,
thinking about the sadness of the sunset
and sorrows of the lonely souls.
Around look no
discerned but roughness and dark moors:
and the star that shines no longer love
blue your dreams and mine ...
parted for an unknown background
when the shadows began to fall! ...
Remember? ... You begged me hope! ...
But I hope no-names ...
of naming has not ... Why? ... empty
is the altar and the story lies truncated ...
now, why wait that radiates the day,
now, so what to say: There! ...
if a voice crying in our souls: never! ...
say you're the same, in your chest
the sweet calls of old burns,
the nest of love is not destroyed,
that to love again is not too late.
You are wrong ... Do not believe ... And doubt cast
strong roots in my heart ...
and faith of other years no shields me ...
It was my dream naked dream,
and I can not believe what I say! ...
I can not believe ... My faith troubled,
my faith in your love lost,
anchor of a ship is wrecked ...
anchor at the bottom of the sea fall! ...
Longings of love, chaste, cheerful ...
'll never return! ... Go ... hide ...
Would you call it? ... It is useless ... They do not respond! ...
It covers the shroud of my dreams! ...
time was last spring ...
winter came and somber funeral ...
Ave was our love ... Ave traveler ...
And birds go when it's cold! ...
