I've traveled through many colours,
the shades of white,
innocence and sensitivity in their maximum expression,
the passion red of roses and love,
and the dark red of my wounds and blows.
I've seen the orange and the yellow merged into a sunset,
the nature of green,
that made me sigh and took my breath away
in secret gardens, fields and forests.
I've tasted the pink in a sweet drink.
I've watched how the shades of blue put me to sleep
and made me dream.
I've lived using the purple,
it grew out of my lungs,
and blossomed in my mouth and ears.
I still need the purple.
The bright yellow blinded me,
with summer days and sunlights.
I've built the black,
made a wall with it for my heart.
And then... I met him,
with a smile that free rays of yellow,
with a laugh that bright more than orange.
His voice,
soft and calm as the green of the spring.
His blue eyes,
not the sea, neither the sky,
And his hair like waves.
He talks like his soul with shades of white has never been painted in black,
or like his heart has never bled red dark.
I met him,
and I learned new colours.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ansias de poesía
PuisiLéeme. Y en ese mismo momento parte de mi se expondrá ante ti. Y en ese momento mis sentimientos sin expresar hablarán. Y en ese momento mis emociones guardadas fluirán. ¡Atención! Usando este espacio como cajón para aquellos sentimientos que quiero...
