Greetings, dear hivers-nautas of #literatos
Today I bring you a poem that, perhaps, attempts to be different. I hope you find it engaging, that my emotional message reaches you, and that it sparks reflection.
✍️ Pregunto: qué sería el mundo
sin éxtasis, sin dolor...?
Quién depararía el fervor
del disentir furibundo...?
Es el silencio rotundo
con su abstracta tesitura
quien le da vil sepultura,
sin epitafio, a la pira
que una vez fuiste. Respira.
Urde sutil..., con premura...
✍️ I ask: what would the world be
without ecstasy, without pain...?
Who would provide the fervor
of furious dissent...?
It is the resounding silence
with its abstract tone
that gives vile burial,
without epitaph, to the pyre
that you once were. Breathe.
It subtly plots..., with haste....
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☛ Contenido original, creado por mí. Libre de IA. Imagen Pixabay. Banner propio. Separadores uso libre. Traducción:Google translate.
☛ Original content, created by me. AI-free. Pixabay image. Own banner. Free to use separators. Translation: Google translate.
