For the soft sand lapped by the sea its small footprint becomes not only a trail of grief and silence came to the deep water only a trail of dumb penalties came to the foam .
God knows what trouble you do pains accompanied old street Lulled your voice to lie down on the edge of the sea shells that sings the song in the dark depths of the sea The conch.
Alfonsina, you alone with your new poems What are you seeking? An ancient voice of wind and salt And your soul is taking her and you go over there as in dreams Asleep, Alfonsina Dressed sea.
sirenitas Five will get you on paths of seaweed and coral and sea horses phosphorescent make a round at your side and the inhabitants of water going to play soon at your side.
Lower the lamp a little more Let me sleep Nurse, alone! And if he calls tell him I'm not Tell Alfonsina not return calls and LNO And if you ever say I say I'm gone.
Alfonsina, you alone with your new poems What are you seeking? An ancient voice of wind and salt And your soul is taking her and you go over there as in dreams Asleep, Alfonsina Dressed sea.
No comments:
Post a Comment