sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009

WITH THE RAIN

It has never rained again
like it did that day....

The afternoon was crying and
kissing the pavement in between the black umbrellas,
and the window panes
dusted off their crystaline sorrows.

Water took
all the weight of silence...
And thundered,
and dragged the good and the bad
banishing to oblivion.

Each raindrop
seemed to escape from sky
and rushed with some stolen treasure
by the way
to be lost after
between the meandering streams.

Then came for you
seducing you by promises
full of wet dreams.
You went with the rain
(so maybe stolen).

Today itś raining again,
but only as the memories
rain down...

3 comentarios:

  1. ...traigo
    sangre
    de
    la
    tarde
    herida
    en
    la
    mano
    y
    una
    vela
    de
    mi
    corazón
    para
    invitarte
    y
    darte
    este
    alma
    que
    viene
    para
    compartir
    contigo
    tu
    bello
    blog
    con
    un
    ramillete
    de
    oro
    y
    claveles
    dentro...


    desde mis
    HORAS ROTAS
    Y AULA DE PAZ


    TE SIGO TU BLOG




    CON saludos de la luna al
    reflejarse en el mar de la
    poesía...


    AFECTUOSAMENTE
    DARIO


    DESEANDOOS UNAS FIESTAS ENTRAÑABLES DE NAVIDAD 2009 ESPERO OS AGRADE EL POST POETIZADO DE CREPUSCULO.

    José
    ramón...

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  2. Todavía quedan viejos nazis entre nosotros. ¿Quieres conocer a uno?
    http://opalazon.blogspot.com

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  3. Muy hermoso poema, me gusto esta estrofa:


    Each raindrop
    seemed to escape from the sky
    and rushed with some stolen treasure
    by that trail,
    only to be lost
    between the meandering streams.

    Realmente precioso tema, saludos.

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