lunes, 6 de mayo de 2013

Vanishing Memory






                                 
                                             I'm getting old
                                             and I'm losing my mind.

                                             In vain I try to remember
                                             when I met you first
                                             in what previous life.
                                             Or were we born
                                             with interwoven souls?

                                             I don’t remember.
                                             I’m getting old
                                             and I'm losing my mind.

                                             I search in me
                                             the difference
                                             between your blood and mine
                                             how long the flow is one?

                                             I don't remember.
                                             I’m getting old
                                             and I'm losing my mind.

                                             You ask me if I miss you
                                             how wouldn’t I?
                                             if I don't know if I'm you
                                             or your are me.

                                             I'm getting old
                                             and I'm losing my mind.



2 comentarios:

  1. Gracias por concedernos el privilegio de compartir con los lectores sus poemas. Son de una profundidad extraordinaria

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    1. El placer por supuesto es mío. Las líneas versificadas son solo la expresión de un sentimiento y si éste encuentra una sonrisa receptora habrá valido la pena el atrevimiento de expresarlo.

      ¡Gracias!

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