Espero

Me han dejado
primero la guitarra,
después, la pintura
y luego tu.

Os espero los tres.


Al menos quedo con mi sonrisa,
con mis preguntas y palabras,
con memorias,
con deseos y sueños,
que crecen en la ausencia.

*

La ausencia que nos enseña.
Que nos hace pensar,
reflexionar,
preguntar.

La ausencia de un lienzo vacío.
La ausencia de la música
de una guitarra encerrada
en la oscuridad
de su estuche.

La ausencia de tu presencia.



I wait
They have left me.
The guitar
the painting
and after, you.

For all three of you I wait.


At least I have my smile,
I have my questions and words,
my memories,
my desires and dreams,
that grow in the absence.

*

The absence that teaches us;
That makes us think,
reflect,
question;

The absence of an empty canvas;
The absence of the music
of a guitar closed
in the darkness
of its case;

The absence of your presence.


Publicado en Sr Citizen (Amargord ediciones, 2011)

Comentarios

Anónimo ha dicho que…
¡Qué bonito!
Nick Tann ha dicho que…
Yours is all deep and meaningful, mine is rant and babble
Anónimo ha dicho que…
Hey Charles... Great work as always. The Bushpress has moved to the wilds of Scotland so thought I would let you know of its whereabouts. Love BP xx I'll put a link to your blog on mine