poemes non francophones

Es difícil siempre de escoger lo bueno, porque nacimos de un mal gen.

Es difícil siempre de ver la realidad, porque tenemos miedo de decir la verdad.

Es difícil siempre de andar sobre la misma línea con alguien o un grupo que pueda hacer bien las cosas, porque ya usted se convierte en un adversario.

La multitud siempre escoge lo malo, porque no sabe en realidad lo que es bueno.

Aunque seamos intelectuales, profesionales, estudiantes, etc.

Hacemos siempre algo que se llama error.

Siempre votamos por la corrupción en lugar de buscar una buena solución para nuestros problemas.

Siempre vendemos nuestro derecho por la amistad, la imposición, el miedo y hasta incluso perdemos nuestro carácter por el hambre de unos minutos.

 

Es difícil siempre de sacar de nuestra mente los malos pensamientos, porque ya pertenecemos a un mundo de malversación.

Es difícil siempre de sacrificarnos por lo que es bueno, porque queremos todo gratis, y somos enemigos de la paciencia.

Siempre está con nosotros la solución y nunca la vemos, porque nos falta algo, que es el buen sentido.

Queridos amigos y amigas, el mundo podría ser mejor, pero no sin ustedes.

La verdadera transformación debe hacer en ustedes primeramente.

Sin Dios no podemos hablar o esperar de un mundo mejor

Escrito por Hamlet Alexandre, en la noche del recuerdo.

 

Tonight a storm will rush upon us,
I will go out tonight, 'cause I can not
Stay here with all of this... what is us ?
You may not be able to cacth me... not...

Tonight a storm is rising into a darken sky...
Is this the end of everything ? I am crazy...
Crazyness is guiding me into the darkness,
Sadness is guiving me to the nothingness...


Tonight the storm is falling just upon our love,
And as always you'll be not here to reassure me,
I am shaking and crying, maybe... i'll fly as a dove,
Far from the suffer... the lack of honesty... just me...

The storm is calling to me with the thunder,
And I'll rush out to seek for the joy of our past,
When you were not as cruel as you are there...
Sorry, but you have crushed my heart and it blast...


Tonight the storm is stronger than before,
And I am unfer the rain and the thunder,
I do not mind about the coldness and therefore,
Cause I am already lost, my soul go to the reaper


Tonight the storm is washing our land,
But with the pure water comes as well sand,
The rain is medling with my bloody tears,
I feel so alone, but the death I do not fears.


Tonight the storm is rising again upon us,
The thunder is falling so near from me,
'Cause you have broken what was precisely "us"
'Cause you have crushed my soul... get far from me...


It is just one week after your departure,

And i still can not cope with the fact

That now I am alone... must close this act,

I miss you... I miss this adventure !

 

Why can not I hide those pictures

Of you and me... why suffering

So much ? Why thinking of the future

Without you at my side, helping ?

 

This is now that i finally realise

How I care for you, my sunshine

Now that you are gone... otherwise

Now we can no longer... it is not fine !

 

I miss you... where are you... I feel

So alone... it seems to be a terrible thing

For my heart... where are you ! Still

Worrying about you... still hurting...

And still now I am waiting for you;

Even during this harsh year for me,

I realise that stronger is my love for you,

But I truly wonder if you will come to me ?

 

Now it is a new year and a new life for us,

But my feelings has not change... contrary

To what i have hoped when you left far from us,

To pursue your studies in the North... what about me ?

 

I am still waitinh for you, my letter in one hand,

I am still watching for you, my love merging with the sand,

I Love you, I love you... will you go out with me ? So... and ?

 

I can not do the first step, even is words to me skip,

To tell you the truth and accept your judgment

Which will issue to a shared love... at least frienship...

Why are you so distant and neutral at first sight

With me ? Why do not you let a small, any clue

Which will show me how you  feel, how you might

React when I will ask you that... will you be mad, or you...?

 

Please, let me see what you are feeling about me...

I want to know what should be the better to keep you.

Why are you staying like this, unreadable as a statue, do you...!

Do you want me to suffer on my inner self ! I want to see !

 

I know you do not mean to be cruel... you are too good for that !

But understand my request... I hope you will receve my feelings well...

And what if... what if... we were feeling the same thing, and as brats

We are too shy to risk it... but also it could be a dream of mine as well.

 

Please, help me ! Please, in the name of shared love or deep frienship !

Let me know what you are feeling ! Let me see the truth of all of it !

I love you so much, but i can not make it without be sure... oh shit

Of me ! Why can not I teel you, why I am letting go without try love's ship ?

 

  • Tétanisante inertie
    28.05.2020 12:18
    procrastination ?
     
  • Larme...
    28.05.2020 12:17
    je pense que je voulais dire un truc spéciale... caché... intrigant :-)
     
  • Larme...
    28.05.2020 12:15
    bah en fait je ne sais même plus ce que voulais dire !! lol :-) en tous cas attristés prend ées :-)
     
  • Haïku doré
    26.09.2012 16:01
    Bon Jour, Ciel, Si je puis me permettre, en toute amitié: 5/7/5 Vaste champ d'épis - Mot de saison ...
     
  • Lettre par Aurore Dupin
    23.09.2012 10:27
    aurore Dupin est le vrai nom de George Sand, elle a envoyé cette lettre à Alfred de Musset... je vous ...