Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 13, 2014

SONNET~by Alfonso Martínez Pretel


 

 

SONNET

Love, when doesn’t bother to talk,
it’s a dangerous silence between intimates
that hurt themselves hiding a fate
invisibly written with poisonous chalk.

Earlier than presaged, rancour open the gates
to all forgotten beasts that don’t balk
to roar words and wickedly stalk
until the pride a spear creates,

Oh, dear voices, wield before the wrath
those tunes felt deep inside
souls wandering along discordant paths.

At least, attempt to choose harmonious tides,
reaching symphonic strands for a warm bath
when thoughts begin to sing in every stride.

(El amor, cuando no se molesta en hablar,
es un silencio peligroso entre los íntimos
que se lastiman ocultando un destino
escrito invisiblemente con tiza venenosa.

Más pronto que lo presagiado, el rencor abre las puertas
a todas las fieras olvidadas que no se resisten
a gritar palabras y acechar maliciosamente
hasta que el orgullo crea una lanza.

Oh, queridas voces, esgrimid ante la ira
esas melodías sentidas en lo más profundo
de las almas que vagan a lo largo de senderos discordantes.

Al menos, tratad de elegir mareas armoniosas,
alcanzando playas sinfónicas para un cálido baño
cuando los pensamientos empiecen a cantar en cada zancada.)


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