Black Esmeralda

By Rais Boneza

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Following the light in the sky

The star remains so far in the spaces,

Alone in the garden of flickering lamps

We talk to thee, my spark.

Thee, black, yet a golden rose;

Esmralda of the delighted lands,

Desiring to kiss thy sombre skin,

But the thorns around thee prevent me.

In your indifference,

You reach for the setting sun.

You wait for orpheus, the enchanter.

We did not see the approach

Of the current of circumstances

Flowing with you towards the falls of uncertainty.

OH! White dove, seen yet untouchable.

Our eyes still fixed on one sacred desire;

With thee we want to share our treasure of love,

But our kingdoms are waging war.

We are the deprived prince in exile

On our mount, pegasus,

Riding from galaxy to galaxy.

For you ,Esmeralda,

I am a breath that silently passes by.

My rose,my flagrant flower,

I am but for you

A memory that has been born dead.