Poema/Poem
The twilight outside the window
vainly strives to stay alive.
On the wall a baby's picture, and then
his midday light on golden frame.
Outside the light succumbs to blue,
the silver smile of her caress
so soothing by my side . . . inside.
But I am alone
watching tonight yesterday's dream.
Outside so big, inside so cold.
She slowly comes, I slowly await.
Surely softly we will clash without a word,
for now otherwise it cannot be.
Again I see the pictures with a smile,
and in this my rocking chair while I take her hand,
I'll think of death as dead.
cspellot
22.3.05
Little Brother
Poema/Poem
How I wish I could be everything you didn't have,
little brother.
I'd be a place you could call home,
I'd be a bed with new sheets to keep you warm,
I'd be sweet dreams where you could play,
I'd be clean clothes over your body,
I'd be your daily bread.
How much I wish I could be everything you didn't have,
little brother!
But life called me to build my own house,
little brother.
Life called me to father my own children,
and to see them smile while you were sad.
How could we live like this, my dearest, little brother?
How could I live like this, my precious, little brother?
I will miss you.
cspellot
How I wish I could be everything you didn't have,
little brother.
I'd be a place you could call home,
I'd be a bed with new sheets to keep you warm,
I'd be sweet dreams where you could play,
I'd be clean clothes over your body,
I'd be your daily bread.
How much I wish I could be everything you didn't have,
little brother!
But life called me to build my own house,
little brother.
Life called me to father my own children,
and to see them smile while you were sad.
How could we live like this, my dearest, little brother?
How could I live like this, my precious, little brother?
I will miss you.
cspellot
19.3.05
Yo también me llamo Pedro
Soneto/Sonnet
Perseguí yo a tus captores
Para estar cerca de ti.
Y tan valiente me creí
Que allí con tus opresores
En poco tuve mi suerte.
Me vi con ellos calentándome
Y vinieron acusándome...
¿Tu suerte también mi muerte?
Fui uno más de los villanos
Y al decir “No lo conozco”
La luz se fue de mis manos.
Cantó un gallo junto a un cedro.
¡Oh, perdóname, Señor!
Yo también me llamo Pedro.
My name is also Peter
I followed your captors
To be close to you.
I thought myself so valiant
That there with your oppressors
Thought little of my fate.
There I was with them at the fire
And they came accusing me…
Your fate also my death?
Became one more of the villains
And while saying “I don’t know him”
The light left my hands.
A rooster sang there by a cedar.
Oh, forgive me, Lord!
My name is also Peter.
cspellot2005
Perseguí yo a tus captores
Para estar cerca de ti.
Y tan valiente me creí
Que allí con tus opresores
En poco tuve mi suerte.
Me vi con ellos calentándome
Y vinieron acusándome...
¿Tu suerte también mi muerte?
Fui uno más de los villanos
Y al decir “No lo conozco”
La luz se fue de mis manos.
Cantó un gallo junto a un cedro.
¡Oh, perdóname, Señor!
Yo también me llamo Pedro.
My name is also Peter
I followed your captors
To be close to you.
I thought myself so valiant
That there with your oppressors
Thought little of my fate.
There I was with them at the fire
And they came accusing me…
Your fate also my death?
Became one more of the villains
And while saying “I don’t know him”
The light left my hands.
A rooster sang there by a cedar.
Oh, forgive me, Lord!
My name is also Peter.
cspellot2005
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