Muchas gracias por su lectura y su voto, me alegra leerles también.
Saludos desde México.
Hello Freewriters community, today I share with you a short poem that does not have a defined theme. I simply wrote the images that came to my mind and I organized them as I thought best.
Thank you very much for your reading and your vote, I'm glad to read you too.
Greetings from Mexico.
Demasiado rencor genera el reconocimiento del porvenir,
la ventana permanece cerrada,
el viento surca lo cotidiano y circula en una habitación vacía,
son ocho paredes.
Cada pared desgarra el destino,
las circunstancias se impregnan en el muro del recuerdo,
el pasado forma murallas infranqueables en el pensamiento.
El futuro es apenas un recién nacido,
comparado con el engendro
que el presente escupe a nuestras vidas.
La suerte y la fortuna, hilos temerarios que sostienen la voluntad.
Una cima convertida en refugio,
estás arriba porque la gloria derrotó al vértigo,
caes cuando el miedo logra seducir al equilibrio.
Nadie cae, se golpearían las cabezas,
salpicarían las rocas de una sanguaza espesa,
denunciando el tinte rojo de las ideas.
Deseo un ejército que entre triunfante,
que cruce la abigarrada puerta de la ciudad de los sueños,
y que su única arma sea el paso del tiempo.
Too much rancor generates the recognition of the future,
the window remains closed,
the wind blows through the everyday and circulates in an empty room,
there are eight walls.
Each wall tears destiny,
the circumstances are impregnated in the wall of memory,
the past forms impassable walls in thought.
The future is barely a newborn,
compared to the spawn
that the present spits into our lives.
Luck and fortune, reckless threads that support the will.
A peak turned into a refuge,
you are at the top because glory defeated vertigo,
you fall when fear succeeds in seducing balance.
No one falls, they would hit their heads,
they would splash the rocks with a thick blood,
denouncing the red dye of ideas.
I wish for an army that enters triumphantly,
that crosses the variegated gate of the city of dreams,
and that its only weapon be the passage of time.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
