Chasing Love. | A Poetry

Makes a cross of mourning between my eyebrows, flees.
Forge of blue metals, nights of quiet struggles,
my heart turns like a crazy wheel.
Girl coming from so far, brought from so far away,
sometimes flashes her eyes under the sky.
Complaint, tempest, swirl of fury,
crosses over my heart, without stopping you.
Wind of the tombs carries, destroys, disperses your sleepy root.
Uproot the big trees at the other side of her.
But you, clear girl, question of smoke, spike.
It was the one that was forming the wind with illuminated leaves.
Behind the night mountains, white fire lily,
ah nothing can I say! It was made of everything.

Anxiety that split my chest with knifing,
it's time to follow another path, where she does not smile.
Tempest that buried the bells, turbulent storms
for what to touch now, why sadden it.
Ay follow the path that moves away from everything,
where it is not cutting the anguish, death, winter,
with their eyes open in the dew.