Thursday, October 13, 2005

Wet/Mojada (Press)

This was originally written in Spanish.

Wet

The clouds have cried
all the oceans of my soul.
A strong and furious rain,
a rain saved
Forever.
I feel sick
from all the water
That's still here.

Sometimes, the clouds
Disappear
before they can quench
the dry world's thirst.


Mojada

Las nubes han llorado
todos los mares de mi alma.
Una lluvia fuerte y furiosa,
una lluvia guardada
Para siempre.
Estoy enferma
por todo el agua
Que todavía está aquí.

A veces, las nubes
Desaparecen
antes de que pueden aplacar
la sed del mundo seco.


2 comments:

Hilachita said...

Oh man that poem rox my face off! I love how the clouds cry all the oceans of your soul - thats super poetic. I would add more about how all the water makes you sick and I wouldn't capitalize "That's." I also love how there's so much water it makes you sick, but there still isn't enough to quench the dry world's thirst

La Maestra said...

My favorite lines:

a rain saved
Forever.


and


Sometimes, the clouds
Disappear
before they can quench
the dry world's thirst.