Mi gritos retumba en este rincón
nadie llega escuchar
en silencio me desvanezco
y una sombra me convierto
camino entre la multitud
sin deseos de ser vista
mis heridas se curan con mis agrias lagrimas
se marcan en mi cara, que las cubro con una triste sonrisa
esperando el fin de esta miseria, que todos llaman vida.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Ante mi, tus ojos desvanecen llevando agrias lagrimas, al irme muy lejos y desconectandome de ti
siento un vació un amargo vació y recordando esas tristes lagrimas que cayeron por mi, en ese instante mis ojos se convirtieron en esferas de agua , pensando en lo mal que hice, al verte marchar por mi capricho, al no poder decirte ''regresa'', este vació me mata, deseando que tus cálidas manos me regresen a la vida.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC