Where the wind blows freely
Where waves and sand touch endlessly
Where the sky meets tenderly
The sea
Where dark blue skies cover me
And sand warms me
Where the stars wink at me
Naughtily
Where I am who I am really
Where truth is truth
Constantly
Where I can see eternity
Beckoning me
To be free
Where a soft breeze carries me
Where imagination takes me
Where I’m finally free
To be
Where I can’t pretend to be
Any more than me
Where the truth let’s me see
Inwardly
Where I am who I am really
Where truth is truth
Constantly
Where I can see eternity
Beckoning me
To be free
Where I can see my reflection
Clearly in the glassy sea
Where comfort comes soothingly
From the sound of sea
Where I am who I am really
Where truth is truth
Constantly
Where I can see eternity
Beckoning me
To be free
- completed March 3rd, reworked into a song from an old poem posted at the poetry blog, photo by El Cid Tirol
The Chronicler's Creed
Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.
LA POESÍA
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda
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who took this photo? nice!!!!
ReplyDeleteganda rin ng poem...iba talaga ang kokum!