A Stranger's Confession. Poem by Sara Iglesias

I haven't yet discovered my forte,
I haven't found my lost passions,
I don't think I've found my defensive devices
Against this perfidious life.

I think I have not yet mastered algebra,
I still love letters and sweets too much
I think I'm as I don't want to be,
I'm not gifted to battle my mind.

I'm a hopeful girl
With illusory dreams
Of carmine like that pristine carnation in your cheeks
Of a caressing voice,
Transparent as the virgin mountain stream.

I haven't forgiven you.
I'm locked in the past.
Time made me a servant.
Suffocated by an uncontrollable flame,
I'm consumed slowly
By eternal solitude, a breach to last
Cursed to be a wrung wrapper in the wind
Thrown at a fool's game
But I do know
That I love you madly, forever and still
Until the end of the race.