VitaKora [Semana 3] Poesía seleccionada - Parte II

Algo mas de la poesia que quiero compartir con ustedes... Algo de mi archivo personal, claro está... ----- Alli entre los anchos confines celestes, la vasta expansión de la eternidad hay un mundo futuro, mejor que este de gloria bendita, y vida sin par... en que tu alma vivira como antes -las penas que sufres ya no estarán- alli te vere otra vez como eres, tus sueños primeros serán realidad... Bella y erguida, iras como antes, y desplegarás tus anteriores encantos; viendo mi sol en tus ojos sonrientes, podras confiarme tus secretos guardados... Podre mecerte, en mis brazos dormida, y como un recuerdo fugaz y lejano... las pena y tristeza de todos los días seran cual un sueño incoherente y vano... (Fragmento de la Cancion I, de "Miel que vino del cielo"-Principios de Noviembre de 2010) ----- The world of your imagination: The price of the world is nothing except when you cry for a deth the only one purpose of life is that you can be free of pains and if make real a dream you´re the winner of the game! The world of your imagination would be your reality there you can make your dreams take you to the eternity and if you really love something can be your if you believe in the dreams in the world of your imagination your soul will fly like a bird out of this world and you will know the glory of your´s own... the price for the world is nothing except when you cry for your pains the real beauty of life is that you can be free again and as you live in your dreams you´re winning the hardest game... The world of your imagination is your new reality here you can make your dreams take you to the eternity and as you really love something it is your, as you believe in the dreams in the world of your imagination your soul flies like a bird out of the world and now you know the glory of your´s own... (De "Eldorado"-Agosto de 2004) ----- There´s a cold heart deep inside my cold soul There´s also a cold head holdin´my self-control There are little lies there are some pains the words of a promisse I didn´t keep in the end those were the only cares to defy my life I had that´s the pain of a battle lost from before of begin the love pains of a lover I´ve felt anytime I´ve learnt to walk feeling just with my head and when there comes the end a thousand miles away I will run to the freedom leaving my loves behind... There´s beautifull girl calling from the past and there´s a little love crying through the ice there´s a feel of damn breaking down my peace but there´s also a fiery anger blinding all my mind that´s the pain of a battle I lost from before of begin the love pains of a simply man I´ve felt anytime I´ve learnt to run feeling just with my head and when is near the end a hundred miles away I will back to the freedom leaving my loves behind... (De "The Limitation of the Words"-Julio de 2006)