A rather dreamful poem born in the mist. Congratulations.
uff...very difficult...come on, MaryMis pesadillasPor la visión de tu figura en la nieblaLos ecos de una lejana tardeRevoloteando por mi torso Quedate a pasar esta noche conmigoHasta la llegada de la interminable muerte.KIsses
Quite true that mist can easily distort images as it enriches the so subjective perception of what we should be seeing. For f... sake, what a twisted boring sentence have I written, but it sounds great, doesn`t it?Hug.
Thank you for your support, brother in name. Were it not for the mist I wouldn't have written this poem.mangeles: your translation sounds as if it were a different poem, and I lke it.An existential sentence, Rocío. Not boring at all. Yoour comments are a honour for me and my newly born blog.Thank you all, friends.
The paradox of the last line seems bright.
Thank you, Oakie. We're all learning here.