[ Esp - Eng ] Al final del viaje | Poema
yacen los restos olvidados
de un pasado oxidado
por la sal del recuerdo
que carcome el silencio
delirante en el laberinto
agonizante del tiempo ...
el barco de la vida
permanece estoico
y sus restos amortajados
a un lado del camino
presagian la tormenta
de un adiós sin despedida ...
el salitre alimenta
los últimos suspiros
de aquella travesía
a través del mar
del infortunio
y del ayer abatido ...
y atrapado en la campana
sorda del viento
la memoria trae susurros
que golpean por doquier
aquellos mortales restos
que se niegan a morir ...
se escuchan las voces
muertas atrapadas
en la garganta del mar
que devora con ansias
cualquier vestigio
de errores pasados ...
la marejada reúne
el pasado y el presente
en un vaivén sin fin
de melancólicas baladas
que golpean el traje oxidado
de un viejo amor ...
oscurece el presente imperfecto
en un viaje largo
al todo y la nada
para cruzar el puente
de un destino incierto
apuñalado por la cruel realidad ...
y a la deriva
el viaje sin retorno
entrega los despojos
vencidos y envejecidos
de aquel viejo lobo marino
que intenta escapar de las fauces tiempo ...
lie the forgotten remains
of a past rusted
by the salt of memory
that eats away the silence
delirious in the labyrinth
agonizing labyrinth of time ...
the ship of life
remains stoic
and its shrouded remains
on the side of the road
foreshadow the storm
of a farewell without farewell ...
the saltpeter nourishes
the last sighs
of that voyage
across the sea
of misfortune
and the dejected yesterday ...
and caught in the bell
deaf of the wind
memory brings whispers
that strike everywhere
those mortal remains
that refuse to die ...
you hear the voices
dead voices trapped
in the throat of the sea
that eagerly devours
any vestige
of past mistakes ...
the tidal wave brings together
the past and the present
in an endless swaying
of melancholic ballads
that strike the rusty suit
of an old love ...
darkens the present imperfect
on a long journey
to everything and nothingness
to cross the bridge
of an uncertain destiny
stabbed by the cruel reality ...
and adrift
the journey of no return
delivers the spoils
defeated and aged
of that old sea lion
that tries to escape from the jaws of time ...
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They told me if I killed myself now it would save the lives of countless others.
Saying the longer I wait to kill myself the more people will suffer.
They are reckless and should have shown the proper media what they had before taking me hostage for 5 years. I know there are many in prison that dont deserve to be there because of this. Your stay in prison will not be fun @battleaxe and friends. People are going to want you dead when they find out what you did. I hope you die a slow painful death. You sick mother fuckers.
https://peakd.com/gangstalking/@acousticpulses/electronic-terrorism-and-gaslighting--if-you-downvote-this-post-you-are-part-of-the-problem
Its a terrorist act on American soil while some say its not real or Im a mental case. Many know its real. This is an ignored detrimental to humanity domestic and foreign threat. Ask informed soldiers in the American military what their oath is and tell them about the day you asked me why. Nobody has I guess. Maybe someone told ill informed soldiers they cant protect America from military leaders in control with ill intent. How do we protect locked up soldiers from telling the truth?
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Hola, @jakim7.
Soy fanático de tus poemas. La verdad es que hacer poesía no es nada fácil y a ti se te da bastante bien.
Pero, he notado que no usas comas y en cambio abusas de los puntos suspensivos. No sé si será tu sello personal, pero al no tener los signos de puntuación creo que al menos yo, me abrumo un poco y le resta calidad a la semántica.
Quizás sea cuestión de criterios, de cualquier modo... ¡Saludos!
Hola amigo @franchalad agradecido de tu visita a mi blog, de leer mi contenido y dejar un comentario que agrega valor, gracias por el consejo, mi estilo se corresponde a la prosa poetica, la cual entre sus variantes tiene que no esta sujeta a ritmo, medida y se permite la libertad de puntuación, no hay necesidad de colocar coma, ya que cada verso esta concebido para no utilizarla en lo posible, tomaré en cuenta tu recomendación , me encanta que te gusten mis poemas, recibe mis saludos
Al final no sé nada. Soy final.
Suave y fluidificante tu poema.