29-may-2008, 06:21
|
#28 |
| Poeta que no puede vivir sin el portal
Registrado: febrero-2006
Posts: 1,296
Sexo: Masculino
Localización:
|  Re: Forests of paper
Cita:
Originalmente publicado por *Sabrina*  Bitter feather of smoke,
converges the hybrids dreams that chain profane lies.
Forests of paper
hide the voracious mute sequence
of the cynic
felling his abyss.
Highly harmful cartels to the hope.
" Nine of every ten bodies are mutilables, to the scourges of the Sun. "
The saint,
is a statue of salt that is demythologized by water,
the judge is a thief who doesn't have rancor and
the reason,
is the trivial labyrinth of the luck.
Spit the saltpeter of your veins,
taste the potion of the truth,
add up a second to the past infinite of the present.
Männer sündigen, um freie Geister zu sein,
die ich Gründe nicht habe zu hassen,
ich will nicht sogar die Dornen zur Rose herausziehen,
ich rufe die dinge für ihren Namen zu,
ich bin traurig, ich kann nicht warten, um zu schreien.
*Sabrina*
|
Your poem is beautiful, yet the almost hidden hand of translation lies within; nevertheless, a very enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing and good work.
Saludos,
DEJAVU
__________________ Que la poesía es vicio? Quien dijo eso? Sírvanse!
Greg Holdridge |
|  |