SOLITUDE

Why this fear?
Why do I fear dwelling in solitude,
in the slow torture of the hours
without noise, without burdens?
Why does abandonment unsettle me
as it travels across my skin,
and the unbearable savage bite
of monotony?

At times,
I savor my complete solitude,
I manage to merge
with the cosmos overflowing with symbols,
I can understand
the wandering footsteps,
the furtive music in the thicket.
I can create my own scene,
rejoice in peace, in tranquil delight.

Why, at other times, does panic imprison me,
handcuffing memory and loneliness?
Why do I fear my free solitude?
I blame only love.

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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