Ilusión...

It might be lonelier

Without the Loneliness—

I'm so accustomed to my Fate—

Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—

And crowd the little Room—

Too scant—by Cubits—to contain

The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—

It might intrude upon—

Its sweet parade—blaspheme the place—

Ordained to Suffering—

It might be easier

To fail—with Land in Sight—

Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—

To perish—of Delight—

E.D.

"No todo lo visible corresponde siempre a la realidad."

Buenaventura by Elizabeth

Loving

You are in the skies

The blond of your hairs

Make my feelings melt.

The sun in your eyes

The light of your words

They are taking shape

Little by little, they are penetrating my soul.

Wanting to stay, willing to be who I am

It has become a fact in my mind

Though there are disturbing shadows from the past

A call is keeping me in the present time.

So please, smile

Love

You are in the stars

Slowly, you're ascending to blessedness.

Amando

Te veo en los cielos

El rubio de tus cabellos

Emblandece mis sentimientos.

El sol en tu mirada

La luz de tus palabras

Adquieren forma, poco a poco

Van calando en mi alma.

El querer estar, el querer ser

Ya es un hecho en mi mente

Mas las sombras del ayer sean insistentes

Hay una alarma que me mantiene presente.

Así que sonríe

Ama

Te veo en las estrellas

Poco a poco te vas elevando hacia la bienaventuranza.