jueves, 15 de noviembre de 2012

I have committed the worst of sins
That man can commit. I have not been
Happy. May the glaciars of oblivion
drag me and lose me, merciless.
My parents engendered me for the hazardous
and beautiful game of life.
For the earth, the water, the air, the fire.

I let them down. I was not happy. Fulfilled
Was not their youthful bidding. My mind
I applied to the symmetric pursuits
Of art, that trinkets interweaves.

They bequeathed me bravery. I was not brave.
It never leaves me. It is always by my side
The shadow of having been a brooding man.

The remorse


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