AND I WILL BE LEFT ALONE...

And I will be left alone...
like the frozen summit of mountains,
like the black abyss of the mines,
like a wounded elephant facing death.

And I will be left alone...
the light of my rosy horizon will fade,
the blue murmur of sea and sky will vanish,
life itself will slowly drift into twilight.

And I will be left alone...
with the burning grayness of memory,
with intoxicating purple bewilderment,
with yellow sorrow in the depths of my soul.

And I will be left alone...
among old, useless papers,
among ruined funeral portraits,
among ancient relics of nothingness.

And I will be left alone...
feeling the harshness of winter,
feeling my heart burn fiercely alive,
feeling hope itself begin to die.

And I will be left alone...
with no days upon my lifeless calendar,
with neither torment nor pleasure in the future,
with no sap flowing through my arteries.

And I will be left alone...
with my gaze fleeing from the landscape,
with the unbearable weight of the past,
with so many shattered dreams without a destiny.

And I will be left alone... 

 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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