Soy
ese poeta
con musas ruidosas,
polvorientas y limitadas,
mas amo la risa, las penas
that keep me so very alive
mas pronto habré de decir,
It was fun while it lasted,
back to the real me,
a ser uno mas,
sin ti.
Febrero
gave me poetry,
el atardecer
letras a la imaginación,
las lagrimas
agua a mis nubes poéticas.
beers
nothing, but just have to be there.
Actually all I needed was music and warmth and walnuts and enough energy to keep myself
from falling asleep.
Fidel Guerra.
Springfield, Oregon, Abril 1, 2020.
ese poeta
con musas ruidosas,
polvorientas y limitadas,
mas amo la risa, las penas
that keep me so very alive
mas pronto habré de decir,
It was fun while it lasted,
back to the real me,
a ser uno mas,
sin ti.
Febrero
gave me poetry,
el atardecer
letras a la imaginación,
las lagrimas
agua a mis nubes poéticas.
beers
nothing, but just have to be there.
Actually all I needed was music and warmth and walnuts and enough energy to keep myself
from falling asleep.
Fidel Guerra.
Springfield, Oregon, Abril 1, 2020.
