Bs. As., March 12th,2009.
For Mariano Moruja
In my dreams, you turn into
a black bird and fly,
as I see your fire eyes, that
already, left me behind.
Tell me! , I beg thee,
World, Ocean, Stars:
Have you felt him,
or seen his flying hands?
Though wounded, he can dance;
all marble, tough warrior,
and still,
all feelings, tears and heart.
His quest? the bravest.
He exposes his Heart, where no ideals exist;
he dares to sparce Hope, where no faith there is.
Even sourrounded by Chaos, his warm refuge, resists.
He `s always in battle, so far away.
I dream of his hands, moving gracely in the air;
let me rest in his spirit,
before I awake.
La Finita
Mariano is a very lucky man and obviously very brave to be the focal point of your poem. wonderfully written. congratulations and welcome.
A blackbird is a very interesting specie, it is one of the few black creatures that are not a symbol of horror or disasters, although people nowadays have tried to tag them to such horrifying events. You poem shows beauty and pain if I'm not mistaken, a wonderful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tell me! , I beg thee, World, Ocean, Stars: This is a truly great poem in so many ways. I love great voice music, I never heard you sing, my loss, but your poetry sings to eternity.