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Un claro de LunaUn claro de la Luna
de Cesar G. Manrique, el Lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011 a las 12:57
Oh, claro de luna
que te encuentras en mi ventana
que horribles deseos
me traes esta noche.
Qué magia usas
para mantenerme despierto
la vida incesante
carente de aliento.
La nube no es más
que tu abismo latente
y la luna tu deseo
de que yo te mire fijamente.
Oh, claro de luna
cuál es esa melodía
que danzas al hiriente compás,
aquel que no te permite ser libre.
Es aquel que te mantiene
unido a la luna...
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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