El tesoro roba su vida. Él suspira y escribe los hermosos versos, esos que llevan la belleza pintada en cada vuelo.
Ella ¿Qué culpa tiene de que él sea pirata? las letras son hermosas por el toque que brinda la copa alzada por la alegría ante la presencia de esa princesa en este mundo.
You, princess who illuminates the world with that sun that caresses the eyes, you are the lantern that the pirate follows in search of his horizon, one in which he dreams of ceasing to be what he is and not approaching the world in search of gold, damn treasure that you need for your family, it would be better to live your dreams and get there to the horizon that you leave, beautiful where your spirit can be free, and thus escape from the slavery that binds your time, yes, that which is life that you will not be able to recover , his days are drops that are spilled on the sand of that clock that runs.
The treasure steals your life.
He sighs and writes the beautiful verses, those that have beauty painted on each flight.
What fault does she have that he's a pirate?
the letters are beautiful because of the touch that the raised glass provides for the joy in the presence of that princess in this world. .
The curse of the pirate is, not being able to escape his history, but at least the words that fly through the sky of the fairies, are the purity that remains in his heart. He, the one who thinks himself king of kings and nobleman, accuses him and rejoices among his excrement of falsehood, of good clothes and crowns of hypocrisy. The pirate is a pirate and does not hide it, just as his letters are the truth of the universe, transparent like his sword, even if it is bad, it shows that every word for the princess is real, because it was the fruit of immersing himself in his madness, in search of the purest verses that paint his love for that sun.
Princesa, por ti he de cruzar el inmenso mar, a ti he de llegar algún día, a tus besos y allí en entre los verdes de ese horizonte, haré un castillo que florezca en la tranquilidad de tus tierras. El reloj corre y la arena se agota, espero alcance para cumplir los sueños antes que los ojos se cierren para siempre.
The mirror shows the pirate, look at him there, every time you see that window, there, it is. Between two worlds: the one who writes his sighs on the wind so that they can sail to the coast where joy bathes, and the one who raises his sword on his hourglass, in search of a part of the gold that is in the world, does not wants to be a pirate, but it is what it is for now.
Princess, for you I have to cross the immense sea, I have to reach you one day, to your kisses and there, among the greens of that horizon, I will make a castle that flourishes in the tranquility of your lands. The clock ticks and the sand is running out, I hope I reach to fulfill the dreams before the eyes are closed forever.
Poem, from my series: I am a Pirate. A small collection of poems about the truth of the world, the hypocrisy with which the world lies to itself. Well, we are all fighters against their demons, those internal ones, those who live inside, and those that some of us only manage to control, we are not good, only balanced, if we fight to be so, the above (that lie that we are saints) is the great lie of the world, nobody is totally good and I, I am the worst in the universe, they do not know how much this eternal struggle to balance positive and negative energies has counted, I fight every day with the sword of truth, that which gives, to assume reality.
Nota-Note
Bilingüe: Que utiliza dos lenguas al mismo nivel o se hace en dos lenguas
Bilingual: That uses two languages ??at the same level or is done in two languages.
Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.
Location: Villa de Cura.
Original photographs of willsaldeno, I do not edit the photos, because I like to put only what I achieve with the camera and not something improved with an editor.