FRAGIL

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



Fragile

 

My path is coming to an end,
that poor stream of my life,
in that failure that was only myself.

 

Vulnerable in a sea of tears,
fragile like a beautiful hyaline quartz,
transparent, translucent like a hard stone.

 

The one who sinks and rises in his own tides,
so fragile that I drown in the hope of being nothing.

 

In these words that no one will understand, in this strange language,
in the world of true crystal that fractures in its reflections,
in that life that more than one believes is gentle,
while I expose that life no one sees to the light.

 

Poems of a life that drains away each day,
as I let myself be rocked by the waves
of that music that brings a full stop
and an ending to a life that has slipped away.

 

 

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Frágil

 

 

Va terminando mi camino,
ese pobre arroyo de mi vida,
en ese fracaso que fui solo yo.

 

Vulnerable en un mar de lágrimas,
frágil como un hermoso cuarzo hialino,
transparente, translúcido como una dura piedra.

 

Ese que se hunde y se levanta en sus propias mareas,
tan frágil, que me ahogo en la esperanza de no ser nada.

 

En estas palabras que nadie comprenderá, en este lenguaje extraño,
en el mundo del cristal auténtico que se fractura en sus reflejos,
en esa vida que más de uno piensa que es acariciante,
mientras expongo esa vida que nadie ve a la luz.

 

Poemas de una vida que se agota cada día,
mientras me dejo mecer por las ondas
de esa música que pone punto
y final a una vida que se fue.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem in metaphor speaks of fragility and transparency in a modern world and the end to a life. Well said

    • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

      Thank you for commenting. In this world, sometimes stones break when they discover they have a soul…



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