Across the soft sand that the waves lick Her small footprints are not coming back anymore Only one path made of sorrow and silence Reached the deep water Only one path made of untold sorrows Reached the foam Only God knows about the anguish that accompanied you And about the old pains your voice never told That caused you to go to sleep, lulled by the song Of the seashells The song sung in the depths of the dark sea by The seashell Youre going away, Alfonsina Along with your loneliness What kind of new poems did you go looking for? An ancient voice made of wind and salt Is shattering your soul and taking you away And you go there, like in a dream Asleep, Alfonsina, dressed with the sea Five little mermaids will escort you Through paths made of seaweed and corals And phosphorescent sea horses will sing A round, by your side And the aquatic dwellers Will soon play by your side Dim the light of the lamp a bit for me Let me sleep in peace, nurse And if he calls dont tell him Im here Tell him that Alfonsina is not coming back And if he calls never tell him Im here Tell him that I have left Youre going away, Alfonsina Along with your loneliness What kind of new poems did you go looking for? An ancient voice made of wind and salt Is shattering your soul and taking you away And you go there, like in a dream Asleep, Alfonsina, dressed with the sea Thank you, Jeff. https://youtube/watch?v=elFfCLa6wNM en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfonsina_Storni
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 23:37:22 +0000