mientras sentirse puedan en un beso
dos almas confundidas;
mientras exista una mujer hermosa,
¡Habrá poesía!
From Rima IV, by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer; it was he, who when I was a teenager would inspire me to write. And so I wrote... until one day I wrote no more, and I would dream no more, and I would feel no more, and I would live no more - and made myself busy making a living as I endeavored to traverse life's mundane roads. And while a thousand roads lead men forever to Rome, out of Romulus and Remus, and in the dawning of Pollux and Castor begotten, would emerge the most unlikely and unexpected of muses - when in a fleeting moment during the Dragon's watch, in the far-away land of the Lion and the Mermaid, a chance encounter would blind me with her radiance and enchant me with her fragrance. Merely an acquaintance; alas, evermore so platonic, and the impossibility of it all - it cannot and will not be! So she must never know how I feel - but the world will. For I saw the Beauty of the world reflected in her eyes, and the sound of her name is Joy to the angels in the skies. And so the Tiger within me was tamed at last; and then I wrote again...
Marco
Envuelto en tiniebla te admiré en toda tu deslumbrante plenitud,
penetrando la penumbra de mi noche fría, un inalcanzable hechizo;
cual rumbo incógnito sin compás y ciego fui a perseguir,
y en el pantano de tus pasos sin huellas, contemplé mi alma hundir.
...
En las aguas tropicales
donde los peces nadan y el rey es el delfín,
donde en sus costas fértiles
el sol naciente siembra la esperanza;
...
Beware! Illusions I create - unashamed
whispered the night to the day
I haunt your spirit with a dark mist
and lurk in the corners of the shadows
...
I detest to beg and begging I wait
waiting my heart goes from fire to ice
going, longing soon it will be too late
loving, knowing it is you I despise
...