@openmic Es un gusto estar de nuevo con ustedes como siempre con ese lema hermoso "Nuestra MĂșsica es por la Paz". Gracias a todos los adminitradores de esta comunidad musical. Hoy estpy de regreso para traerles un tema de mi autorĂa titulado: MI QUERIDO DIARIO que como sabemos es el tema seleccionado para la semana 253. Me siento contento haber regresado con ustedes lo cual harĂ© regularmente de aquĂ en adelante. Abrazos a todos. Este tema estĂĄ dedicado a todo aquĂ©l que hizo uso de un diario para llevar su registro diario de su vida en las distintas etapas de la vida. Gracias.
Querido diario de mi vida
vengo a buscar mis mozos dĂas
entre pĂĄginas amarillas
los sueños que me volverĂas
Querido diario que en tĂ guardas
esas viejas aventuras
en letras de aquella pluma
de buen trazo su finura.
Una roja y seca flor
quedĂł presa entre tus hojas
quisiera verla de nuevo
y si aun tiene su aroma.
Una roja y seca flor
quedĂł presa entre tus hojas
quisiera verla de nuevo
y si aun tiene su aroma.
Dentro de tĂ hay una pluma
de aquella ave pasajera
que recogĂ aquella tarde
que le robé a la primavera.
En tĂ queda mi alegrĂa
alguna que otra tristeza
querido diario algĂșn dĂa
revelarĂĄs mi franqueza.
Hoy ya no eres el mismo
tu piel se ha chamuscado
pero ahĂ dentro de tĂ
estĂĄ todo mi pasado.
Hoy ya no eres el mismo
tu piel se ha chamuscado
pero ahĂ dentro de tĂ
estĂĄ todo mi pasado.
@openmic community. It's a pleasure to be back with you as always with that beautiful motto "Our Music is for Peace." Thanks to all the administrators of this music community. Today I'm back to bring you a song of my authorship titled: MY DEAR DIARY which as we know is the song selected for week 253. I'm happy to be back with you, which I will do regularly from now on. Hugs to all. This topic is dedicated to all those who used a diary to keep a daily record of their life in the different stages of life. Thank you.
MY DEAR DIARY
Author: José Pulido/10-02-25
Dear diary of my life
I come to find my young days
among yellow pages
the dreams that you would return to me
Dear diary that keeps in you
those old adventures
in letters from that pen
with its fine strokes.
A red and dry flower
was trapped between your leaves
I would like to see it again
and if it still has its aroma.
A red and dry flower
was trapped between your leaves
I would like to see it again
and if it still has its aroma.
Inside you there is a feather
from that passing bird
that I picked up that afternoon
that I stole from spring.
My joy remains in you
some sadness here and there
dear diary some day
you will reveal my frankness.
Today you are no longer the same
your skin has been singed
but there inside you
is all my past.
Today you are no longer the same
your skin has been singed
but there inside you
is all my past.
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