Laa Finita

Rookie (March 3rd,1964 / Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Patricia On The Edge - Poem by Laa Finita

Tossing and turning, dark sky, full of stars.
Five o'clock in the morning,
and I am already up.
Who can sleep if distress is all around?

Chatting carelessly with Patricia,
it's was she, who stepped on her lie, herself.
Me? I said nothing, well parted, and off I went.
But slowly boiling in me, inexorably, nothing but resentment,
I sent a message to her, my true feelings expressed.

Who's right? , who's wrong?
Would have I kept silence if she'd been in need to know?
or, would have I let out a secret, if it was not my call?

As for honest wolves or half-hushed foxes are concerned,
I conclude the less they know,
the less they hurt.

La Finita


Comments about Patricia On The Edge by Laa Finita

  • Juan Olivarez (8/19/2010 7:45:00 AM)


    wonderfully written excellent prose. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010



[Report Error]