YOU DRIVE A THOUSAND DAGGERS INTO ME EACH NIGHT

Long night of sleeplessness, of anguish,
of rage, of calvary and helplessness:
memory drills into my conscience
leaning over the abyss, over disillusionment.

I cradled you with orchids as your mantle,
I clothed you with the lights of knowledge,
I raised you in candor, in innocence,
I taught you the sweet song of the fountain.

You chose your darkest path,
you listened to infernal voices,
you turned the helm of your own sailboat.

You forgot how deeply I love you,
each night you drive a thousand daggers into me,
and in endless lament I suffer and die.

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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