An Outstanding Art
It is much harder than it gets,
It is easier when it comes,
Poems are snatched from the sky,
It may come as a surprise,
Like a rich harvests of lush apples,
Pick from an unlikely tree.
Like a butterfly hatched from a cocoon springing into the air,
With an iridescent flutters of multicolored wings,
It may come like the foundations of the walls and the posts,
Gradually by a piecemeal patchworks,
The whole house is constructed,
Or may it come from a dream,
From a night of revealing terror and you construct a gothic tales with dark gables, demonic gargoyles and diablodic princesses.
At the gates of poetry man bares out his soul in all honesty,
In all display of his mighty thoughts,
His encounters with the world of beauty,
His encounters the vile self nemesis,
Hoping for a cure for his sick body,
Either which way,
The good and the bad,
His romances with the stone and the papernotes of boats floating in deep waters of a translucent stream.
His courtship with the Gods,
The destructions coming from the Demons
Hoping for salvation from his tortuos soul,
As redemption becomes the confessions and salvation of a poem.
A reiteration for the supremacy of love,
Which is the only hope for mankind
Which is the only masterspiece for a piece of outstanding art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem