ocultando

Límpiese las gafas

Ocultando la verdad
Para conseguir a veces simpatías
Más valieran las palabras que ni se pronuncian
Y que se ocultan en los pensamientos

Cuando dadas como dardos hacen llorar
y penetran en los pensamientos de quien siendo blando
Le caben todas, sí todas las palabras

(Madeleine Peyroux Don`t Cry Baby )

Ocultando sueños
se vuelven los hechos penetrantes
las palabras las olvidamos
y aunque burlonas son muchas respuestas

La confianza en lo penetrante
un roca donde no existe maldad
Los sueños

Dreams

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?

Anne Brontë


(Dreams by Anne Bronte)

(Sentidos Opuestos- Amor de Papel)