THE STORM

"THE STORM"

I feel a bitter sadness in my chest,
A feverish grip on the heart;
This lack of me fooling you is no way,
I am dissatisfied, captive of this solitude.

I've been a sad man, I know,
In a bitter time when he did not have his love;
I dreamed of meeting you, and one day I met you,
I found the joy that is you, my tender flower.

But abruptly I saw it along the horizon,
Black clouds hovering, announcing the storm;
And she came sneaky and in a brief instant,
He drew my heart mercilessly.

I now walk alone, carried away by sadness,
By the hand as a child all my way;
But I take with me this silly certainty,
That without her love, I'd rather be alone.

Alone with my dreams and with loneliness,
For without her love, the pain my chest burns;
My soul roars and tears my heart,
That is already bleeding in the middle of the storm.

* J.L.BORGES