El alma de una Poetisa en Duelo
Nada es igual, todo cambio desde aquel día, de alguna manera los versos sutiles de amor, tornaron otro color…
Me llamaba la Poetisa La Flor Pálida M.M., esa que le cantaba al amor a través de la poesía, pero desde aquel día todo cambió, ya no me hallo, en esas letras…
Pues el alma de esa Poetisa empezó a cambiar tras la muerte de su hija, todo se tornó de colores grises, oscuros y se revolvieron todos los sentimientos…
El alma de esa Poetisa la embarga la tristeza, hay veces tiene que fingir que nada pasa, que tiene un poquito de rayos de felicidad, cuando lo que quieres es llorar…
El alma de esa Poetisa ya no es feliz, tiene que aparentar, ya nada suele ser igual, su dolor la ha embargado tanto, que le cuesta cantarle al amor a través de sus versos…
El alma de la Poetisa se nubló, su vida ya no se pinta de colores, solo viste colores oscuros, grises, marrones, morados y blancos… Lleva todavía su dolor, no lo ha podido soltar…
La sonrisa de esa Poetiza cambió, ya no hipnotiza, la magia de su sonrisa se apagó, y de cuando en vez sonríe, pero todo es porque disfraza su tristeza con una sonrisa sin brillo…
De veras, espero que algún día aprendas a soltar tu dolor, amarte como amas a tu hija, es lo que ella quiere para ti, que vivas por ella, no que mueras lentamente…
Tan solo espero, que algún día aprendas a vivir con tu dolor, que aprendas a sonreír nuevamente como aquellos días, que aprendas a buscar motivos para vivir, se lo debes a ella…
Tan solo aprende a recordarla con tu dulce sonrisa, esa que tenía el poder de contagiar, que tenía la magia de hacer vibrar, esa que era penetrante y hechizante, esa que hipnotiza y que hacía contagiar a todo dar… Tan solo recuerda esa sonrisa que era llena de inocencia, bondad y sinceridad…
Tan solo empieza a endulzar de nuevo a tu corazón, alejando y dejando atrás tus tristezas, aprende a como volar de nuevo, a soltar las alas del dolor y aferrarte al amor, llénate de ese aire, que rocía el viento, que te contagia de sueños y que te devuelva la vida, viviendo tu dolor, aceptándolo y aprendiendo a vivir con el…
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The Soul of a Mourning Poetess
Nothing is the same, everything has changed since that day, somehow the subtle verses of love, turned another color...
I was called the Poetess The Pale Flower M.M., the one who sang to love through poetry, but since that day everything changed, I am no longer in those lyrics...
Well, the soul of that Poetess began to change after the death of her daughter, everything turned to gray, dark colors and all the feelings were turned upside down...
The soul of this Poetess is overwhelmed by sadness, sometimes she has to pretend that nothing is wrong, that she has a little bit of happiness, when what she wants is to cry...
The soul of that Poetess is no longer happy, she has to pretend, nothing is usually the same, her pain has overwhelmed her so much, that it is hard for her to sing to love through her verses...
The soul of the Poetess is clouded, her life is no longer painted in colors, she only wears dark colors, grays, browns, purples and whites... She still carries her pain, she has not been able to let go of it...
The smile of that Poetiza changed, she no longer hypnotizes, the magic of her smile is gone, and from time to time she smiles, but it is all because she disguises her sadness with a dull smile....
I really hope someday you learn to let go of your pain, love yourself like you love your daughter, that's what she wants for you, that you live for her, not die slowly....
I only hope, that someday you learn to live with your pain, that you learn to smile again like those days, that you learn to look for reasons to live, you owe it to her....
Just learn to remember her with your sweet smile, that one that had the power to infect, that had the magic to make vibrate, that one that was penetrating and bewitching, that one that hypnotizes and that made contagious to all to give... Just remember that smile that was full of innocence, kindness and sincerity...
Just start to sweeten your heart again, moving away and leaving your sadness behind, learn how to fly again, to let go of the wings of pain and hold on to love, fill yourself with that air, that sprays the wind, that spreads dreams and gives you back life, living your pain, accepting it and learning to live with it...