Poemas
The dispossessed one...
miércoles, 20 de abril de 2005
FATIGUE ...!
I feel deep disappointment,
a great weariness,
Indifference why it
surrounds to me,
my soul freezes
is congealed and it dies
in this immense glacier
of sadness and solitude
that is my to feel ...
It is cold... Much cold!
there is no a warm space
where to languish,
where to close the eyes
and to pretend to believe.
My World gets
dressed sadness,
of terrible
fatigue...
*
Ann Louise
Interprets
the TRISTANA
paper...
^^**^^
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