absences are sometimes terrible. And the left, says Gonzalez, can become a blind man stretched his arms into the wind, or a mere body, dark, dull, bad. But that, like poetry, is part of life, or beyond life itself ...
Death on the forgetfulness
I know that I exist because you I imagine.
I'm tall because I think you
high and clean because you look at me kindly
,
with clean look.
Your thought makes me smarter, and your simple
tenderness, I am also
simple and kind.
But if you forget me stay
died without anyone knowing.
my flesh will live, but it will be another man
-dark, awkward, bad-that the lives ...
I've been without a pulse
I am out of breath
pulse and separate from you. When you breathe, the air
makes me a breeze and dust
the heart of despair.
not feel your absence the feeling.
is that the body feels. Do not look.
I can not play for more than
stretch your arms like a blind man into the wind.
Everything was behind your figure. Absent
you, after all, nothing, fuzzy
wilderness in which despair.
landscape no longer have my bitterness.
desire your absence my eyes, I
against any blind me iron.
Poems of Ángel González Pedro Guerra Music
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