Pintando la luna del adiós // Painting the Moon of Farewell

in Blockchain Poets3 months ago

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Today I paint love with a steel brush
Gazing down, full of hope, towards the ground,
Without feeling your being, which I desire the most,
And your soft, velvet lips.

Is there paint as vast as your absence?
For I still feel my soul aching,
Being far from your eyes, from that essence,
Feeling that without you, I lose my calm.

I painted the sun, and it stayed,
I painted the moon, but it did not return.
Could it have been lost, as I am in your love,
Or has it perhaps laid its colors on another canvas, without pain?

They say sometimes the moon paints smiles at night
And sparkles for those who love in secret,
It’s the same feeling as undoing your clasp,
Painting stars and wondering if love is true.

Many times, I answered the moon's call,
When it wasn’t full, it was a resting smile,
But she was only an apology for censorship,
Because she never wanted my colors, nor to be painted by me.

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Thank you for reading my poems.
The poet without fountain pen.

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Hoy pinto el amor con pincel de acero
mirándome ilusionado de cara al suelo
sin sentir tu ser, lo que mas quiero
y tus suaves labios de terciopelo.

¿Habrá pintura tan grande como la de tu ausencia?
pues aun siento que me duele el alma
al estar lejos de tus ojos, de esa esencia,
al sentir que de no sentirte pierdo la calma.

Pinte el sol y se quedó,
pinte la luna pero no volvió.
¿Se habrá perdido? como yo por tu amor
o acaso posó sus colores en otro lienzo sin dolor.

Dicen que a veces la luna pinta sonrisas por la noche
y destellos de luz para los que se aman en secreto,
es el mismo sentimiento de quitarte el broche
pintando estrellas y preguntarse si el amor es cierto.

Muchas veces acudí al llamado de la luna
que cuando no estaba llena era una sonrisa parada,
pero ella solo era una apología a la censura
porque nunca quiso mis colores, menos que la pintara.

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Gracias por leerme.
El poeta sin pluma

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VERY GOOD POEM! KEEP THE GOOD WORK

thank you so much

 3 months ago  

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