In the distance. Original poem.


In the distance.


My silence is totally silent
when the scandal of your love
comes to the meeting of thoughts
that are kept above.

Distance, condition of comfort
for the anguish of the wounded chest
that in a bygone time, already remote,
always had the best.

The urge to cry arises at the moment
of wanting to be with you again
and in the distance I see some small boats
that drift away with the rushing rain.

I couldn't be right to describe
all the sadness that I feel
and in the midst of the spoil
I think I'm a flattened wheel
and in the silence of the distance
I shut up and kneel.