Vortice
When the conflicts of the mindCross the stirrings of the heart
It is difficult to find
Words to accurately impart
The quintessence of the dreams
That have gathered as a cloud
To obstruct the light of reason,
So that every tenderness,
Every word, each slight caress
Soon becomes, or so it seems,
Less a comfort, more a shroud,
Like a dark, impending season.
Y me puse a pensar
Que la vida es muy llena
Y que muchas cosas caen,
Y que la ternura dura
Aunque yo la negara.
Caring, sharing, not ensnaring,
This should be the ending sought.
Enigmatic, not traumatic,
Paradoxic, not distraught.
L'emotion elle peut confondre,
Ou, tant pis, peut tourmenter.
Il faut utiliser du raison
Et, peut-etre se rapprocher
Pour achever le tranquillite.
Para me, este asunto
Desarrolla como sueno.
Pues, la luz de la verdad,
Como sol en cielo oscuro,
Trae respuestas por carinos
Pero no la solucion.
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