I Write Alone...
Where is my home? the corner to which I belong ...
I see the footprints of time
in the shadows of the mirror
and between the papers verses
I look for a sign of my winding path.
For others I never wrote,
I did it to protect my memories,
because the light that I see goes out
and my soul longs for what I don't have.
I can't lie to my heart
I confess, I plead guilty now:
I write alone...
Today is another decade my love.
I'm still living, laughing, crying and fighting alone ...
I walk alone ... I write alone ...
I sing alone on the white ice ...
In my hands of white cedar
I see the scars of the creed
and in ideas that are predicaments
I look for the flashes of the winter sun.
On the hill I speak with the wind
about those warm moments,
while my wings lie on the ground
and my spirit craves what I see in dreams.
I write to you alone...
I caught a piece of the sky
and I must suffer this hell now.
I walk alone ... I write alone ...
I walk alone in my last life ...
I write alone ... I walk alone ...
I sing to you alone in the dark night ...
Look at what your poet became,
a guardian of memories (Jaherus) this I am.
I Write Alone... por Julio Galán "Jaherus" se encuentra bajo una
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Where is my home? the corner to which I belong ...
I see the footprints of time
in the shadows of the mirror
and between the papers verses
I look for a sign of my winding path.
For others I never wrote,
I did it to protect my memories,
because the light that I see goes out
and my soul longs for what I don't have.
I can't lie to my heart
I confess, I plead guilty now:
I write alone...
Today is another decade my love.
I'm still living, laughing, crying and fighting alone ...
I walk alone ... I write alone ...
I sing alone on the white ice ...
In my hands of white cedar
I see the scars of the creed
and in ideas that are predicaments
I look for the flashes of the winter sun.
On the hill I speak with the wind
about those warm moments,
while my wings lie on the ground
and my spirit craves what I see in dreams.
I write to you alone...
I caught a piece of the sky
and I must suffer this hell now.
I walk alone ... I write alone ...
I walk alone in my last life ...
I write alone ... I walk alone ...
I sing to you alone in the dark night ...
Look at what your poet became,
a guardian of memories (Jaherus) this I am.
I Write Alone... por Julio Galán "Jaherus" se encuentra bajo una
Licencia Creative Commons Reconocimiento-NoComercial-SinObraDerivada 3.0 Unported.
Versión En Español Aquí:
http://www.mundopoesia.com/foros/temas/te-escribo-solo.700291/
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