Ulpiano
Obrero de la Poesía
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When I spoke with your eyes...
I thought I was crazy
because I drew with words
while translating the landscape language
because I lived from dreams
of my lifeless insomnia
because I longed for the return
of the cadentious verses
of classical poetry
because I saw the soul of things
through the everlasting prism
because I copied melodies
on the dark wings of the night
because I perceived the heady
breath of the moon
because I imagined songs
of hopes in seditious trills
because I read the words
sculpted by time
on the millenary rocks
because I talked with your eyes
while the hours were diluting
in your inquiring look.
I thought I was crazy
but you called me a poet
,
When I spoke with your eyes...
I thought I was crazy
because I drew with words
while translating the landscape language
because I lived from dreams
of my lifeless insomnia
because I longed for the return
of the cadentious verses
of classical poetry
because I saw the soul of things
through the everlasting prism
because I copied melodies
on the dark wings of the night
because I perceived the heady
breath of the moon
because I imagined songs
of hopes in seditious trills
because I read the words
sculpted by time
on the millenary rocks
because I talked with your eyes
while the hours were diluting
in your inquiring look.
I thought I was crazy
but you called me a poet
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