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Loneliness

My friend Patricia Boneo sent me this poem to post on my blog. I can relate to the feelings she describes like they were my own. Indeed once they were. I am , grateful to be able to look back at that time and know I am over it.

Loneliness
Patricia Boneo -translated by Ravi Kopra

This solitude is killing me
Tearing my skin it is getting me,
Making furrows so big
Only I Can calm it
With the echoes of the memory
Tirelessly I have been hearing.

I want to fight and hurt you
As you imprison me without pity.
I want to rip off your innards
Choking myself in your silence.

See that I have might to fight,
In this battle I must win
To get what I want

Your presence hurts
And violates my existence.

No one would comprehend
How terrible I feel
With this silence within me!
And you are treacherous
You say nothing to me.

But I sense you everyday,
Wishing it could be otherwise
I keep on seeing you


Poemas de Confitería
Soledad

Esta soledad que me lastima,
penetra en mi piel rasgándola
es tanto el surco que me deja.
Sólo puedo calmarla
con el murmullo del recuerdo
incansable de lo que fui.

Quiero combatirte y lastimarte
como tu sin piedad me a
Quiero desgarrarte en tus adentros!.
Quiero ahogarme sin tu silencio!.

Mira que tengo fuerzas y lucho
en ésta batalla debo de ganarte
por mi y lo que quiero.

Tu presencia me hace daño.
Tu presencia involuciona mi ser.
Nadie puede comprender
el atroz silencio que existe
en mis adentros. Es que eres
traicionera, no te anuncias

Pero yo te intuyo cada día
cuando espero que alguien que
no sea yo te encuentre.

Patricia Boneo/2000
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