STRANGERS

Strangers within my walls,
amid unfamiliar landscapes,
places of other worlds
forbidden to my flight;
I falter in exile
within the deep hollow
of a mother's womb;
I am consumed by longing
for the branch once engendered,
and I silence a fierce,
chimerical yearning.

What secret universe
will radiate from my death?
Will I become a black hole?
Will I become a shining star?
What galaxy of stars
will rise from my body?
Will there be an endless night?
I suffer the uncertainty
of the present upon the earth,
wrapped within clouds
of doubt and suspicion.

Through the blue beyond,
when my essence flies
faster than light,
when at last I remember...
Before my Redeemer,
shall I understand the Cross?
In another dimension,
shall I find the truth?
In the kingdom of God,
will what was once affliction
become happiness?

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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