En la cima del viento construiremos nuestra casa/ On the top of the wind we will build our house (Poema: ESP/ENG))

En la cima del viento construiremos nuestra casa

Ha llegado esa época que tú decías
en la que el viento desnudaría nuestras ramas,
en la que el frío nos encontraría abrazados,
y nuestras lenguas mudas, de pájaros imposibles,
darían sonidos a toda la casa.
Fue para esta época que acumulamos caricias,
que cada día y cada noche me hablabas,
que resguardamos los recuerdos buenos
del olvido, del tiempo, del moho y las arañas.
El otoño ha llegado y ha transformado el paisaje.
Algunas cosas se desvanecen en la lotananza:
la impaciencia ha quedado atrás,igual que los fantasmas;
nuestros cuerpos quietos, sembrados y ahítos,
sin tiempo se acompañan.
Fue para el otoño que hicimos este lazo
en la primavera fue fácil
porque se sobrevive solo con las risas.
Pero en esta época todo cae marchito,
impulsado por el tedio, las lágrimas o la brisa.
Pero aquí estamos,
por encima de las copas de los árboles,
del tiempo feroz que todo lo aniquila.
Aquí seguimos,
aferrados a las raíces,
y que el invierno nos encuentre
con las manos unidas.

The time has come that you said
when the wind would strip our branches bare,
when the cold would find us in each other's arms,
and our mute tongues, of impossible birds.
would give sounds to the whole house.
It was for this time that we accumulated caresses,
that every day and every night you spoke to me,
that we sheltered the good memories
from oblivion, from time, from mold and spiders.
Autumn has arrived and has transformed the landscape.
Some things fade into the distance:
impatience is behind us, as are the ghosts,
our still, sown and starved bodies,
without time they accompany each other.
It was for the autumn that we made this ribbon
in the spring it was easy
because one survives only with laughter.
But in this season everything falls withered
Driven by tedium, tears or the breeze.
But here we are,
above the treetops,
Of the fierce time that annihilates everything.
Here we remain,
clinging to the roots,
and may winter find us
with joined hands.



Beautiful poem of love, where it remains surviving in the outdoors of life. Best regards, @nancybriti1.
Some loves manage to survive the passing of the days... Thank you for your comment and support. Regards
Gracias por vuestro apoyo, amigos!!
For some reason, I like that segment best of the whole poem. It's really something to stand when everything collapses.
It seems incredible how boredom is capable of destroying relationships! Greetings
A rusty orange is shown announcing the beginning of a harsh winter that freezes the soul.
You share some beautiful verses with us on this day.
Happy weekend.
Likewise! May this December be full of good surprises. Greetings