AUGUSTO SILVA ACEVEDO
Poeta veterano en MP
WHAT YOU'LL BE?
Never believe that queens and princesses
lack heart. You can also
love, as my soul wants, in one dream,
and in C major, yet so high that escales
as the stars that do not wither.
I am simply the other half
you think you lost, inconsolably,
a winter afternoon, when the dark sky,
surrendered honors the Creator of the universe.
Only that I am, a lily a hymen,
A staff that will sustain your story.
I am your holy centaur of forest and bee
that sweetens your nest, the other half
you lost and breathes today
by your own breath, which was fed,
my whole life and can not overcome.
A mythological half, where dancing lemurs,
and smile in love, crazy nymphs.
I'm half your smile, and that song
that arises in your lips and bless my path.
What I wonder in this circumstance,
with certainly what will be you in my soul?
Augus
Never believe that queens and princesses
lack heart. You can also
love, as my soul wants, in one dream,
and in C major, yet so high that escales
as the stars that do not wither.
I am simply the other half
you think you lost, inconsolably,
a winter afternoon, when the dark sky,
surrendered honors the Creator of the universe.
Only that I am, a lily a hymen,
A staff that will sustain your story.
I am your holy centaur of forest and bee
that sweetens your nest, the other half
you lost and breathes today
by your own breath, which was fed,
my whole life and can not overcome.
A mythological half, where dancing lemurs,
and smile in love, crazy nymphs.
I'm half your smile, and that song
that arises in your lips and bless my path.
What I wonder in this circumstance,
with certainly what will be you in my soul?
Augus
