I have three passions: the
sun and the wind and the sea,
to feel the sun burning me, to
feel the wind’s soft caress,
to swim in the sea, to see the
silvery light of the sun effervescent
shine creating the copper sunsets,
to listen to the wind whispering,
hearing voices and softness,
feel the sea washing over me,
to taste the salt on my lips,
to be free away from life in a city,
ever sedentary - cooped up in buildings,
forced into jobs that smother my soul
until I feel like ghoul-like, only living
a half-life until I am free of my body,
chained to a life I’ve never mastered,
where passion and life are smothered…
oh, to be free, to be myself for Death’s
embrace, to take me away from criticism,
self-reproach and sadness, the eternal
guilt for being me!
This is a poignant poem. When we enter a body, peace flies, doesn't it? The double edged sword of becoming alive I guess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensual and emotive... the elements here are almost tangible. But how DARE you - YOU, of all people - have the slightest degree of self-reproach? For that reason this touches, and in a sad way. Finely written M. One to treasure. t x