THE FOREST OF MY MIND

The dense woodland of my feelings
conceals gardenias from a happy orchard,
and in the lofty treetops stirred by the wind
one hears sighs of orange blossom and honey.

The wandering past moves through the branches,
resounding with arpeggios of shroud and tulle;
dreamlike birds nesting in the forest
scatter and flee into the blue.

At times, the clouds — a gathering of oblivion —
cover the landscape with troubled sorrow;
a mournful rain from a frozen sky
falls slowly, heavily, drenched in love.

At times, the gates of heaven part slightly,
and fruitful hope shines in the distance;
jasmines emerge from the arid soil
with tender petals of faith and emotion.

Slowly I trace the ancient path,
contemplating the offshoots of my twilight,
which, broken and covered by tangled branches,
still preserve another dawn intact.

At nightfall, weary, I return
to my shadowed forest of willow and cypress,
and carry within my breast a bitter reproach
for an enchanted forest turned upside down.

I shall plant lilies within my mind,
a garden with a fountain of singing waters,
with a tall and radiant white star,
and with a sun that pours forth gentle divine light.

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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