Do you know what's the truth?
It is you, your smile,
your eyes, your gentle face.
It is the sun setting.
Truth is that you have to remember,
you have to remember and time passes by,
not even you lie to yourself
my life, of this
helpless existence
that doesnt walk
but crawls,
it limps and sometimes's out of tune
among that sheen notes of my dreams.
But, how can i find you
in this commuter life?
You are slight and your voice is feeble.
Sometimes you are unintellegible.
But, how can i find you in this commuter life? You are slight and your voice is feeble. Sometimes you are unintellegible. a very revealing poem about the loss of spirituality and all that is of value. the life at present in busy cities and on the whole so busy and hasty that truth cannot reveal itself in the minds of people. a fine and revealing poem. thank you
But, how can i find you in this commuter life? You are slight and your voice is feeble. Sometimes you are unintellegible. A very revealing poem about the present situation.. busy, hasty life which eats away all that is spiritual and worthy from life. thank you for this revealing poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The reality of reality, is a powerful point to make.