Postby NulNuk » 2003-02-22, 18:12
NulNuk write poems ,but they make ppl too depresive ,so I dont share
them any more ,here is one ,more than one would be too much for
ppl to handle ,I hope me no sending every one to cry now :0{ .
"Apesar de las mañanas";
Apesar de las mañanas ,falta el sol de tu mirada,
apesar de el arcoiris,lluevo a cantaros de lagrimas,
dia a dia vivo noches,en verano tempestades,
esque lla no vivo mas ,no hay tiempo en mi guarida,
no hay escape ,no hay salida,
solo nubes de agonia ,que recuerdan tu sonrrisa.
Te llevaste tu mirada,y la mia aca desamparada,
lla no hay leñas en la estufa,y la cama desarmada,
cuatro paredes y un techo,me torturan y me matan,
no hay sabor en mi comida,la agonia lo extermina,
lla no vale mas la prisa, si es que el tiempo no trae nada,
te vere desde mis sueños ,y despierto sere ciego.
A pesar de las mañanas ,falta el sol de tu mirada,
el farol de tu sonrisa,que a puerto a mi me guia,
el calor de tu alegria , que me trae la primavera,
la simplecidad de tu estadia , que lebantara mi alma,
y tus juegos de chiquilla ,que explotan mis murallas,
penetraste mis defensas ,me dejaste ver la vida.
Y ahora que te fuiste,sin deseos me dejaste,
te llevaste tu mis sueños,me arruinaste mi esperansa,
armare otras murallas, creseran nuebas defensas,
mandare a dormir mi alma, que se aleje de mujeres,
no abra puertos en que ancle ,lla no vendra mas la alegria,
sin el sol de tu mirada,lla no llegan mis mañanas.
Dedicado a un amor que nunca me dio su nombre,-Leontine-
por siempre te seguire amando,Nicolas.
" In spite of the mornings";
In spite of the mornings, I lack the sun of you`r eyes,
in spite of the rainbow ,I bucket down on rain of tears,
day after day I live on nights, in the summer , storms,
it is because I dont live any more, there is no time on my den,
there is no escape, there is no exite,
only clouds of agony, that remind of you`r smile.
You take away you`r eyes, and mine remind here unprotected,
there is no more wood on the heater, and the bed is not set,
four walls and a ceiling ,torching me and killing me,
there is no taste in my food ,the agony exterminate all,
the haste doesn`t worth any more, if the time wont bring any thing,
I will look at you in my dreams ,and awake I will be blind.
In spite of the mornings,I lack the sun of you`r eyes,
the lighthous of you`r smile, that to the port he guides me,
the WARM of you`r happiness ,that brings to me the spring ,
the simplisity of you`r being ,that cheerring up my soul ,
and you`r games of young girld, that exploud my walls,
you penetrate my defence, and let me see the life.
And now that you left, with out desires you left me,
you took away my dreams, you ruined my hope,
I shall build other walls, new defences will grow,
I `ll send my soul to sleep, she should stay away from womans,
there won`t be ports that I will anchor, the happiness won`t be coming here any more
with out the sun of you`r eyes, my mornings won`t come up any more.
Dedicated to a love who never give me her name, -Leontine-,
will still love you for ever,Nicolas.
I`m not a very good translator ,and there are words that have no exactly
translation in the way I used it ,but I hope is not too far from the original .
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Every thing I write, wrote, or will write, its in my own opinion, for I have no other.
Release me from the duty of being polite and remind you, "I made use of my own brain".