"La sombra del ala"
Tú que piensas que no creo
cuando argüimos los dos,
no imaginas mi deseo,
mi sed, mi hambre de Dios;
ni has escuchado mi grito
desesperante, que puebla
la entraña de la tiniebla
invocando al Infinito;
ni ves a mi pensamiento,
que empeñado en producir
ideal, suele sufrir
torturas de alumbramiento.
Si mi espíritu infecundo
tu fertilidad tuviese,
forjado ya un cielo hubiese
para completar su mundo.
Pero di, ¿qué esfuerzo cabe
en un alma sin bandera
que lleva por dondequiera
tu torturador ¿quién sabe?;
que vive ayuna de fe
y, con tenaz heroísmo,
va pidiendo a cada abismo
y a cada noche un ¿por qué?
De todas suertes, me escuda
mi sed de investigación,
mi ansia de Dios, honda y muda;
y hay más amor en mi duda
que en tu tibia afirmación.
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The Shadow of the Wing
By Amado Nervo
You who think I don’t believe
when we two feud
do not imagine my desire,
my thirst, my hunger for God;
nor have you heard my desolate
cry that echoes through
the inner place of shadow,
calling on the infinite;
nor do you see my thought
laboring in ideal genesis,
frequently in distress
with throes of light.
If my sterile spirit
could own your power of birth,
by now – I would have columned heaven
to perfect your earth.
But tell me, what power stows
within a flagless soul
to carry anywhere at all
its torturer – who knows? –
that keeps a fast from faith,
and with valiant integrity
goes on asking every depth
and every darkness, why?
Notwithstanding, I am shielded
by my thirst for inquiry –
my pangs for God, cavernous and unheard;
and there is more love in my unsated
doubt than in your tepid certainty.
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Mi Amada Ysabella Book #1
Historical FictionThis story is inspired by our culture when we were still colonized by Spain. how are we Filipinos living during the time of the Spanish colonialism in our country. here in this story begins Son of the Governor General of Spain who will rule the Ph...
