A thousand miles

[Domenech]

So deep in my heart it hides,
among shades and memories,
a secret I will hardly confess
or ever shall.

A whim of old times when the sun shone,
when the clouds parted,
and you were simply there, alone in the multitude.

So deep in my heart it hides,
the sweetest lie,
the ill-forgotten dream,
the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

A heart I wish I could own,
or at least make it beat a whisper,
regain its trust or see it blossom.

So deep in my heart it hides
the tiny hurricane of my life,
the sole thing I can't touch,
the only bliss I'll never have.

Which I keep so inward engraved
and silently dream of
when I'm blue in solitude.

So deep in my heart it hides
the oldest tale of yore,
the stubbornest flame,
the rawest form of love.

Yet here I remain, silent.
A thousand miles afar.
Retaining my secrets inside,
breaking my hopes apart.

 

[Ulpiano]

So deep in my heart it hides,
among shades and memories,
a secret I will hardly confess
or ever shall.

A whim of old times when the sun shone,
when the clouds parted,
and you were simply there, alone in the multitude.

So deep in my heart it hides,
the sweetest lie,
the ill-forgotten dream,
the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

A heart I wish I could own,
or at least make it beat a whisper,
regain its trust or see it blossom.

So deep in my heart it hides
the tiny hurricane of my life,
the sole thing I can't touch,
the only bliss I'll never have.

Which I keep so inward engraved
and silently dream of
when I'm blue in solitude.

So deep in my heart it hides
the oldest tale of yore,
the stubbornest flame,
the rawest form of love.

Yet here I remain, silent.
A thousand miles afar.
Retaining my secrets inside,
breaking my hopes apart.

Apparently, dear poet and friend Domenech, there is a secret in the
depths of your heart: An impossible love.

You find accompanied by an astonishing pessimism. A great poet like
you are, able to write beautiful poems like this, should not
be pessimistic in love. Even if you are a million miles from your loved one.

For beautiful poetry, nothing is impossible. That happiness that you say
you will never reach, it is possible that you conquer it with a very nice
poem of love, and of this you are capable. I'm sure.

With my positive wishes, please receive a fraternal hug,

Ulpiano