The moon (poema que hice en 11)
Like an eye, rests the moon,
it shines so bright that I have to shut my eyes.
To live like a stone so still,
to die on a mountains hill.
The moon sees it all,
because everything occurs at night,
when the finger of God turns into a cloud,
and changes the switch of the blue wall.
It is on the night, the dark,
where everything we don’t see happens,
were the bloody rain runs,
and rests on my body.
It’s on the night, my hole,
where my spirit shuts the door,
of all that happened in a day,
the moon it’s the only one.
It protects me with her silver wings,
with it rounded lens,
and sees beyond my house,
and let’s me sleep in peace.
cesar guillen dijo
me puedes hacer el favor de enviarme la pronunciacion del poema the moon
te lo voy a agradecer mucho. lo mas rapido posible,
gracias
26 Noviembre 2008 | 04:14 PM