Miguel A. Cabanes – Página 12 – Amantes de la lectura y escritura: este es vuestro sitio.
I’m madly in love with her, and her reflection on the sea of the soft bath of light of her full moon.
I’m madly in love with her, and her resplendent gala dress with which I was entertained on clear nights.
I’m madly in love with her, and to feel her refreshing voice whispering to the green meadows.
I’m madly in love with her, and her warm embrace of fragrances in spring.
I’m madly in love with her, and between these four dark walls, I notice how my essence languishes, remembering the icy touch of her dew when she dawns.
I’m madly in love with her, and with this tiny and worn stone, I engrave with ardent longing in this cold wall, while far away the steps that execute my sentence are approaching.
I’m madly in love with her, and in spite of my human errors, shas considered accompanying me in my last days, with the gift between a thin crack, of a green bud.
Recordaba la calidez de aquel verano jugando con su hijo en sus entumecidas piernas.
La salitre enmarañaba su pelo y barba mientras seguía recordando su vida, abandonándose a la deriva sobre un húmedo madero. Él solo era el cocinero de un modesto barco que utilizaba arpones como forma de comunicarse y charcos de sangre flotante por mensaje.
Al parecer alguien había recibido los mensajes y, con desatada violencia, el mar procedió a deshacerse de los insignificantes invasores a golpe de oleaje. Su familia necesitaba el poco dinero que iba a ganar durante su ausencia; aquella ausencia que ahora duraría eternamente.
Una gran sombra emergía veloz hacia él desde las profundidades.
Cerró los ojos y se sintió formar parte del equilibrio.
The willow whimpered sadly as tears of sap ran through its cracked crust. A group of daisies asked him funny why his sadness.
—Why are you crying willow? Is it because of those ugly cracks in your bark?
—It’s because from up here I see humans with axes coming towards here and I do not want to turn into wood.
—For that you are done –the daisies said between laughter, oblivious to the pain of the willow.
The humans when arriving and after the willow cut, the daisies proceeded to tear and jocularly one by one defoliating.
Who laughs at the evil or pain of others, will soon prove his own poison.