Bajo la Tormenta

                                                                        La débil luz de la lámpara se enciende

                                                               Mientras la tormenta desciende.

                                                      Y escucho en mi corazón

                                              La dulce melodía del eco de tu voz.

                                                                      Tu  sonrisa de ángel bordea mi razón

                                                                                       Tus ojos de cielo nublan mi visión.

                                                                                                     La brisa me sopla y esperanzado

                                                                                               Me sumerjo en ella como si pasaras a mi lado.

                                                                       La noche está corrompida;

                                                   La lluvia cae como guerrera intrépida.

                                  Las palabras nacen y yo te pienso

                     Las escribo aquí mientras pasa el tiempo.

                                                   En la profundidad de tu imagen me quiero quedar

                                                        Y hundido en tus recuerdos me quiero ahogar.

                                                               Mi día gris es como la sangre que pierdo,

                                                                     Como herida abierta que no sella,

                                                                          Y  aguarda la cura que no llega.

                                                                              Desangrado temo morir.

                    

                                     

Dear reader; we see face to face through this little but meaningful words. At least for me, they're A LOT meaningful because it's has to do with a space I found myself as a source to inspire and write this tiny poem. Many of us might find some trace of our realife if we dip into it. Though life might sometimes involve pain and suffering, it's a teaching it gives us away to make us stronger and prepare for what's coming next. LIFE IS A WAR... we might find differently we're sometimes happy...and there's no happiness in WAR. But life is about war, too; fight to achieve our deepest dreams come true. Fight against pain to beat it and move forward. And we also have the wonderful gift of feeling love and love someone. Our life becomes an ocean of joy but also, from time to time, an ocean of tears caused by love. Take your time to think about it; think it over and over before making any kind of decision we could regret. It's life teaching to learn how to make small decisions first, to then be able to face the big ones, more challenging our life will depend on them.

Narrativa Argentina 2012

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