The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing. -Isaac Asimov

Feb 18, 2011

Black Eyes

At first I was not going to publish this on English, but I thought I could give it a try and rewrite it as best as I could. It's not literally translated, there are some changes here and there, but the meaning remains intact and although the verses' length does not match in most cases, I think I managed to keep a good rhyme overall.
Please remember I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize if any of it does not make any sense! Enjoy...


Take me on your hand,
close the amber twilight,
for life is not so much
nor much leaves the soul
put aside in its black
eyes.

'Cause how long it takes
to hear the loud wails
from absent bodies
oozing with creative 
winds of so strong
angers? 

I don't mean to bore you
thousand times, thousand days,
but please close it tight,
don't let the pupil out
from that hand that life
gives.

And damned be my ground
if I'm not stepping on your hand 
yearning for a halo,
joyful black twilight
amber on your faraway
sighs. 

And black in your hairs 
willing to escape
to poetry sing,
drawing those bites 
and black melodies 
write

on your black
eyes.