DEJALOS QUE VENGAN (Poema) by @palabreador
Greetings, dear Freewriters. With this poem, I want to express what I consider a right of nature: to let humans touch the trees. The dynamics imposed by life, technology and the pandemic, have locked us in a capsule that limits us from making contact with the living beings around us and, although it may seem unbelievable, we almost never touch the trees. Here I imagine trees that cry out for us to get a little closer to them, that say to themselves and to us "Let them come". I hope you like it.
Las manos, las manos,
de una tierna abuela,
de un amor que vela
desde lo sagrado.
Un canto afinado,
casi silencioso.
Llena está de gozo
y abre sus brazos,
dibujando trazos
en vientos briosos.
The hands, the hands,
of a tender grandmother,
of a love that watches over
from the sacred.
A refined song,
almost silent.
Filled with joy
and opens her arms,
drawing strokes
in spirited winds.
Quién viene, no importa.
Feliz que me hace!
Cuánto me complace
su alegría sorda.
Mi amor se desborda
en verde mirada,
una muchachada
con su gran sonrisa
juega con la brisa
en mi sombra sentada.
Who comes, it doesn't matter.
Happy it makes me!
How it pleases me
your muffled joy.
My love overflows
in green gaze,
a young girl
with her big smile
plays with the breeze
in my shadow sitting.
Vengan, pues, a mí,
vamos a jugar.
Corran sin cesar,
hay que ser feliz!
Yo, plantada aquí,
les espero ansiosa.
Les pido una cosa,
una nada más,
vivamos en paz,
una paz grandiosa !!
Come, then, to me,
let's play.
Run without ceasing,
be happy!
I, planted here,
I wait anxiously for you.
I ask you one thing,
one thing only,
let us live in peace,
a great peace!
Las fotografías de este post fueron tomadas por mí con mi teléfono Alcatel 1V 2020 / The pictures in this post were taken by me with my Alcatel 1V 2020 phone.
