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...
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...traigo
ResponderEliminarsangre
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...
Muy hermoso poema, me gusto esta estrofa:
ResponderEliminarEach 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.