miércoles, 8 de mayo de 2013

The earth was dark, poem.

The earth was dark

The earth was dark
our souls are drooping
forgotten all hope
death in the heart.
Only you feel, Sir, and your feet tank
my last flower,

Luminous Joy, prodigious,
in all this gray walker.
Jovial is your day
after the long dark night.
In this era so cruel
we found a new way of being,
seeing your face,
that raises the faith
of the faithful to the one who conquered death.

Already drives and renews
our old illusion
anticipating You.
And it makes incredible our desire
to offer the first fruits
of the great good of this world.

Un poema de mi libro Secreto canto de las luciérnagas.

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