Western Chickan Groping

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! ...