Bs. As.,22/4/09
I tiptoe on the very Edge, and pray,
swinging sweetly over the Deep:
“..for gone glories, I still weep,
let me choose easier paths for my way..”
My blind heart, still burns.
But only the Morning stares at me,
with all her lights,
when I awake.
God:
Why doesn`t the Shinning World,
or the changing Sea,
talk to me? Just once.
And I will be returned.
But facing Silence,
it is the very Edge,
and the very Edge only,
who loves me back.
La Finita
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gone glories are not gone, in voice you blessed many lives, gave moments precious, which thrilled raised hearts, in moments of bliss, ever sublime ringing through time, the morning greets you in light, sea in waves whispering, the shining world waits in baited breath, for you to sing.