Blue Pansy

Taken @ Holy Land Experience

Orlando, Florida, USA

January 3rd, 2010

 

Nikon D5000

 

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Swanning Love Couplets

by Andrés Eloy Blanco (venezuelan poet)

 

 

You just passed by my house

dazzling you the smile ...

you were a daydream of gauze;

and a gauze in the breeze...

 

I saw you floating in the mist,

in your whitish nimbus,

as a sketch of foam,

on a pedestal of wave

 

I, who has sought for the star

that to Bethlehem leads the way,

captive by ties of steel

to the foal of my fate,

 

I thought: In her arms, with her,

I'll break, steel, your bonds!

For what wants a star

who has the heaven in his arms?

 

And I came so close to see you

that my finger rimmed you.

I was afraid of loving you ...

but it is love, to be afraid.

 

Anxious, my cravings were

ambushed in my eyes,

and you too have kissed me

twenty times with your eyes.

 

With passion, your hand

fled in vain that night,

because my corsair hand

was hawk in your hand.

 

And I felt your lips

trembling on the coffee,

when my feet were restless

cornered your foot ...

 

But you go away, without

drop a cue on the road ...

blue shadow that cross the sea

is crossed out by the navy blue ...

 

I don't know if you'll forget me,

nor if is love this fear;

alone, I know you're leaving,

alone, I know I stay here.

 

Maybe tomorrow, a remote

tomorrow, bring to your side,

with the sun, by your window,

a blue ray from the past.

 

Rereading old things

and evoking gone things,

among yellowish roses

and pale epistles

 

You'll find perhaps,

among songs of the road,

as at the bottom of a broken glass,

a stain of wine.

 

At the hear of the grandchild

your granny voice shall say:

they're the verses of a poet,

I don't know if still he survive

 

She'll say: - How was him?

does he cross anon countries,

and like you, swanning shade,

shall have gray his hairs?

 

I, meanwhile, by the sea,

I'll hope for your coming,

and in eternal wait

shall pass my life.

 

Traitor Life, by whom

all this dream dies,

if I did no care to you,

why does your hand hurt me?

 

My voice will want deafen

the very sea with its tears:

why I don't see her again,

my God, if I want her deeply?

 

And my song shall go single

toward you lose ...

where it arise, the wave

will have a pain of lime waters...

 

I don't know if you'll forget me,

nor if is love this fear;

alone, I know you're leaving,

alone, I know I stay here.

 

And if I loved you yesterday,

now I feel you more tyrannous,

and if so grows the yearn for,

how I'll want you tomorrow!

 

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Done