
Poem inspired by a song by Alejandro Fernandez.
* not * easy for me
easy for me not forget,
do not think I would not,
if your blessed name I carved
in every pore
of skin and heart, I find
in the song of the sparrows,
purest in the clouds I look
behind my window
and the morning breeze
tousled my hair carelessly. Overnight
I thought this passion
spiritual warm surrounds me,
is present, alive as fire
the fire burning in my winter.
not easy to forget me, knowing you need
close and indulgent,
guardian of my dreams
and my inspirations. Look
I try every night
hugging my pillow, but
dreams
show up embroidery tenderness.
I want my utopia is eternal, but
sunlight
reminds me of starting a new day, but you
still eternal in my mind ...
No, no I find it easy to forget!
Fabiana Piceda
* not * easy for me
easy for me not forget,
do not think I would not,
if your blessed name I carved
in every pore
of skin and heart, I find
in the song of the sparrows,
purest in the clouds I look
behind my window
and the morning breeze
tousled my hair carelessly. Overnight
I thought this passion
spiritual warm surrounds me,
is present, alive as fire
the fire burning in my winter.
not easy to forget me, knowing you need
close and indulgent,
guardian of my dreams
and my inspirations. Look
I try every night
hugging my pillow, but
dreams
show up embroidery tenderness.
I want my utopia is eternal, but
sunlight
reminds me of starting a new day, but you
still eternal in my mind ...
No, no I find it easy to forget!
Fabiana Piceda
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