((6) Battles Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
((6) Battles
I keep dreaming of horsemen
waiting for me in the distance.
Some remember the days
of false gardens
when they loved
or thought they did.
Others the books they read
life long companions
to forever lose the thread.
Memory can be molded at will
and then give
what book, garden and love
denied.
I remember things
I never did,
the battles I never
fought.
To Julio Martínez Mesanza
There is a sweet melancholy in this poem. My heart smiled with recollections of its own. Very well done Luis. Abrazos :)
Such a fragile poem. Wisps of the past, a garden of the present, I think. Praise for your lovely words and your unsparing gaze. You speak at the cusp of awareness and oblivion. - Will
dreaming and memory; these are not at present; if one rmembers a battle that they have never fought, then is it a hope or no hope? This again is awareness about life; the sad thing would be that you won't be able to be aware that there is something that you have not done yet? So I think it is still a quite positive way of looking life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/17/2025 3:32:22 PM # 1.0.0
I love this one! Write mas y keep up the good work!