Musa
written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri
Cuando la mente fecunda te encuentra,
vestida de girasoles,
tus brazos tendidos,
sobre la grama húmeda.
Siembra tu alma en la niña de mis ojos…
¡Dulce crisálida!
No desistas;
mis besos.
¡Perdido títere!
Torceré;
tu pecho enjaulado,
mientras tu cuerpo trémulo se deshace entre el silencio.
Nacerá el vacío que es
tu vivienda.
Topacio en gestión.
Eres
mi
musa.
“My soul was a naked bird, over the trees, it smiled in silence.”
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
