ALMOHADA
I looked for my heart in the rainy morning,
My life, my soul, and all the good memories
Of a distant past, of a recent past.
Time and distance are still the constant
Imaginary lines in the map of my existence.
I want to love, I want to be loved too.
Love is all that matters. The poet's friendship,
The vessel of hopes and illusions, reality,
Fantasy, mind exercises in the picture of life
All kept in the delicate silk scarf.
For what is love without the silk?
Untold stories, a collection of data,
A wonder in the misty streets of Central London,
The imbalance disrupting the circle of care,
And I don't want that, I strongly refuse,
I patiently accept, happiness, sadness, pleasure and pain.
It is a hard script, the road to the unknown.
I drove in the sun through American deserts
Jungle, savannah, tundra, forest
[Looking for]
The sun that I worship, pagan delusion,
Poor man's illusion, artist's confusion.
The rain suddenly stopped, I saw a flash
And the windpipe played delicate music
And she, who everything paints with complex grace
Made me smile and forget all the rest.
Now I am stronger, I follow my passion,
I follow my head and I have the tools
To ease the journey to the centre of being,
Relax and be strong, follow the principles,
The simple principles, so hard to understand.
Strange coincidences may just convince me
That the way to your heart is still there
Waiting to be open with the key of my desire.
The cashier smiles and I look out the window.
The light of your presence stops the rain
And everything seems to regain its calmness.
Something inside tells me it does matter,
Love and move on or love and remain
Trying to get nearer the truth
But never knowing which way to take,
Decisions to make, please and not hurt.
Sunday comes to an end and I hope
I regain my condition of calm observer
Sooner than later, without coincidences.
As the land becomes smaller and smaller
I miss the safe waters, the sunny port.
As I venture into the grey skies of the unknown,
High seas of innocent discovery await,
And I have no time to follow a direction,
Painful duality torn apart with love and illusions.
It could be as easy as buying some beer,
But beer always ends up making me feel fat,
I later regret it ad look for an answer,
That I could only find not drinking the beer.
Challenging and desirable sea of emotions
I'd like to get lost in your depths,
If I could find a safe route to your beautiful harbour.
I once thought I achieved immortality
And how far I was from the truth.
Your eyes showed me my failure,
How close to nothing I was.
I knocked on your door and you answered,
Let me in from the cold with a smile.
I tried to prove that I could give myself,
And I gave myself when you took me.
The feeling is now tattooed in my soul,
Another experience to write in my book,
Another old story to tell nobody.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo