Lamento del solitario (Poema) // Lament of the lonely (Poem)

in Freewriters3 years ago


Canción y Lamento.
Song and lament. Con este poema estoy participando en el #ClubDePoesia de la semana 19 de enero de 2022, con la iniciativa presentada por la comunidad de @freewritehouse tomando como referencia las palabras: With this poem, I am participating in the #PoetryClub of the week19 January of 2022 with the initiative presented by the @freewritehouse community taking as a reference the words:

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Lamento del solitario

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Deja correr sus palabras,
aquellas que le sirvieron para esconderse,
para crear mundos falsos,
las sostiene con el viento,
las tiene entre sus manos,
solo las deja salir
para que salten sus muros internos.

Las prefiere definidas como una canción,
que hable de piedras en el camino,
hable de una familia, de una casa,
de esas calles donde un hombre emite lamentos,
una melodía que nadie oye,
que cuente de una fuerza que ya no tiene,
por eso mira sin mirar,
por eso derrama lágrimas sin llorar.

Sabe de una historia qué otros contaron,
qué fue suya y de muchos,
lamenta no estar en esa mesa con los amigos,
construyendo una vida,
abriendo caminos
dónde los días recogen emociones.

Necesita noches de plenilunio,
quizás, una caricia o un sueño,
la música que las penumbras ejecutan,
para adormecer la soledad.

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Lament of the lonely

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He lets his words run,
those that served him to hide,
to create false worlds,
words held by the wind,
he has them in his hands,
he only lets them out
so that they jump his internal walls.

He prefers them expressed as a song,
that speaks of stones on the road,
that speaks of a family, of a house,
of those streets where a man emits laments,
a melody that no one hears,
that tells of a strength he no longer has,
that's why he looks without looking,
that's why he sheds tears without crying.

He knows a story that others have told,
which was mine and that of many,
regrets not being at that table with friends,
building a life,
opening roads
where the days gather emotions.

He needs nights of a full moon,
perhaps, a caress or a dream,
the music that the penumbras play,
to lull loneliness to sleep.

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Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Fuente de vectores utilizados: Guitarra 1 Guitarra 2
Las imágenes fueron generadas con la inteligencia artificial VQGAN+CLIP y la edición se hizo con PhotoScape
The images were generated by artificial intelligence VQGAN+CLIP and the separator crops were edited with PhotoScape.

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Buen ritmo para este lamento. ¡Éxitos!

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