I
It is difficult to know
What does the heart want
It is difficult to know
...
In the darkness of the night
There was a white light
That was coming from the sky
That was flying like a fly
...
I have a screan on my face
On me there is no free place
I have many knobs
And a new kind of clocks
...
A Great Difficulty It Is.....
I
It is difficult to know
What does the heart want
It is difficult to know
What should the heart grant
II
It is difficult to know
How should the mind think
As it is difficult to know
what should one make
III
But, lately, someone appeared
A romantic one, almost a poet
Just as magic, he came with great speed
So that one couldn't know wether gloom was he or light
IV
He created that ambivalence of the profound sentiment
Between what one loves and what should be loved
What seemed near became far and distant
And what seemed clear became ambiguous and was missed
V
You, heart that achs, have never had a scar
Now, you want to recall the past
That had no scar, not a harm, and say that that is far
Has far passed, that thing that has never been asked
VI
One is should one love or hate
And there is still one more question
Should one follow reason or heart
A difficult one to answer; yes, that is the question....
April 23rd,2011
you write very very well, i won't say more and pretend to be a judge..i really like your style and 4 poems are hardly anough...you should write more and more....greetings from the same country, linked by the love of poetry
you write very very well, i won't say more and pretend to be a judge..i really like your style and 4 poems are hardly anough...you should write more and more....greetings from the same country, linked by the love of poetry