Poem of Things

Perhaps alone at night in your room,

you will hear someone calling you without knowing who,

and you will learn then that there are things like the wind,

that certainly exist, but cannot be seen...

 

And it is also possible that one weary afternoon,

like a furrow blooming, a longing will be reborn within you,

and you will learn then that there are things like the river,

that are always flowing away, but never truly leave...

 

Or as you cross a street, your smiling heart

will remember a sorrow you didn't feel yesterday,

and you will learn then that there are things like dreams,

things that have never been, but that can be...

 

However much you may prefer to ignore these things,

you will know why you sigh when you hear a song,

and you will learn then that there are things like roses,

things that are beautiful without knowing they are...

 

And one ordinary afternoon, you will feel that you have gone,

and a breath of ash will water your garden,

and you will learn then that time And oblivion

are the only things that never end.

 

By José Ángel Buesa

 

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