The melody comes to me from that place through the mist and past the clouds. It finds me in the dark, and draws me into the light; indeed the pounding of that rhythm moves me. From within the scared skin, the heart dances to its own symphony. When I cry, I see your face. When I scream, I hear your voice…telling me sweet things. You whisper from beyond the mist, from that blurry place, of the tone that provokes life. And when I am alone, and all seems dim, you bring the beat on a fire torch and urge me to dance to the song of our triumphs. I still see you there beyond the mist, you sitting there watching me. I still see you there beyond the haze calm and peaceful. I still see you there beyond the veil, resting a hand on my bed. Don’t worry, because I remember your voice, and your funny laugh. Hey, Don’t worry there! Because I still see you with every blink. And to walk the shores of our poetry sands, and to scream at that river of pain…but you were my guide, and when I wrote, anoche yo soñé contigo…que estaba yo, allá en tu Arena, I found myself. -RA
The music comes from somewhere beyond the mist, and I am cold but it brings me w
warmth. I am sad, but it teaches me to smile. And I’m so blue, but you show me the Tango. I miss you, every second and everyday, but you brought me the symphony, a symphony of science and of love.
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I would like to translate this poem