martes, 31 de marzo de 2020
sábado, 28 de marzo de 2020
lunes, 23 de marzo de 2020
The riddle (by me).
The riddle was found,
written on the castle walls.
It didn´t suppose an alarm
when the sun was down.
The first clue was in the middle of the sky-lights,
where the star begins to shine brilliants,
the same star that whispers with calm,
the same star that bright behind palms.
The riddle guide us through halls,
through clouds, gardens and ancient maps,
the treasure it promise to give up,
in this country or in another similar.
The night sounds lyrically and nice,
shows us in front of the mirror our face.
The Purposes lady is coming twice
and the silence quickly arrives.
The adventure is finishing the day of the mark,
the rhythm of the drums invites us to dance,
poets in the future about all will write,
and songs and performances will resound in the dark.
The curse was broken, the prophecy told,
the riddle was useful for this and today
I take a deep breath softly after to say
the old story where I find
the lovers together in the garden inside.
Anna.
13.3.18
