Echo de menos despertares felices
palabras sinceras y sonrisas libres
Echo de menos conversaciones profundas silencios cómodos que no abrigan dudas.
Echo de menos los pensamientos brillantes
Esos que emergen en un solo instante
Echo de menos la libertad de los sueños
Que no tienen fin y tampoco dueños
Echo de menos la locura constante
La mirada perdida en nada importante
Echo de menos no pensar en el tiempo
Sin planes ni miedos a todo lo incierto.
Me echo de menos a mi
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ClaudelaTorre. (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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I have often said I miss myself after a period of intense work or family business that keeps me from being me and having time to reflect, garden, read poetry, bicycle randomly through the hills, or do watercolors. I am not sure I have ever "thought" it in Spanish! Gracias for that important contribution!
PS I grew up in rural Texas with many Spanish-speaking friends. We all learn un poco de Espanol here, and my amigos taught me all the necessary curse words. I read a number of languages, some well, some poorly. My Spanish is mostly self-taught but the variety of Spanish literature is so intoxicating I always wish I was faster reading it. Borges, Ocampo, Paz, Jimenez, Mistral, Unamuno... all so necessary, never corny or disappointing. When I have time, I work through a Capitulo of Don Quixote in the original Spanish, which my grandfather Ernesto Ravinet from Chile encouraged me to do. If I live long enough, I'll finish it! He left me his richly illustrated Spanish text, along with his dog-eared Putnam translation when he died. !Hasta!
Muchas gracias Jarcher por comentar mi poema y así es a veces uno llega a extrañarse y más penoso no reconocerse. Tu abuelo de Chile? Yo ahora resido en Chile. Es un gusto aportar con mi español 🙂 . Saludos!
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