Buenos días estimados amigos de HIVEBLOG. Hoy quiero dedicarles un poema de mi puño y letra titulado Siniestra Curiosidad. Su temática gira en torno a una serie de interrogantes que ponen en duda la existencia misma de El Universo y cuestiona el propósito de los seres humanos dentro de éste. Espero que sea de su agrado.
Good morning dear friends of HIVEBLOG. Today I want to dedicate to you a poem in my own handwriting titled Sinistra Curiosidad. Its theme revolves around a series of cast doubt the very existence of The Universe and question the purpose of human beings in it. I hope you like it.
El poema está compuesto por cuatro estrofas. Cada estrofa consta de cuatro versos, cada verso contiene doce sílabas métricas (dodecasílabo).
The poem is made up of four stanzas. Each stanza consists of four lines, each line containing twelve metric syllables (dodecasyllable).
A lo largo del poema, se puede apreciar rimas asonantes y consonantes. El primer verso rima con el último y el segundo con el tercero ( ABBA). Este patrón rítmico lo podemos apreciar en las cuatro estrofas.
Throughout the poem, assonant and consonant rhymes can be seen. The first verse rhymes with the last and the second with the third (ABBA). We can see this rhythmic pattern in the four stanzas.
El poema está presentado en forma de imagen gracias al usó la aplicación Notas de Keep de mi teléfono realme C21-Y.
The poem is presented in image form thanks to the use of the application " Notas de Keep" on my realme C21-Y phone.
Traducción del poema
Sinester Curiosity
Intense moment; ethereal and fleeting. Fears, doubts, lights and darkness. And suddenly! sinister curiosity Violently break my fragile peace.
Crazy dream of one who never existed.
Could that be our unknown Universe?
Am I really writing these verses?
And in this chimera, who put us?
Could it have been some comic god's idea?
Revenge of some resentful demon?
Does "exist" have any meaning?
So what is my cosmic purpose?
My questions will wander forever,
because the answers will always be enigmas
We are lights and shadows, gods and ants;
The imperfect reflection of deceased voices.