God, we are Easter Hello God!
After so many years,
think it's time to go through your office
.
claims or not I bring no letter of thanks
prayers and wishes
just happened to say hello, and if you want ...
tell you of my travels.
beautiful places I've traveled, I traveled
many loves, I cried and laughed
droves.
trot and rode for so many passions,
leave you a lump in his throat.
met people good, bad and ugly.
I was in the clouds of memory ...
The view is beautiful and nostalgic.
I walked along the paths of desire,
and I can tell that some were met.
I saw with my own eyes the plain of envy,
but did not walk through there, because it is way
men tired of fighting.
I was imprisoned in Romanticism,
sentenced for my crime of passion, in my years
restless.
When I left the enclosure, I wandered
trails
ice and ash My heart took on strength and courage
My lungs were filled with fury, and my love
were fading
The pain settled in his bed where he kept
hungry to be happy
Then it got to the world of books. There I met
Poetry, who taught me to write. Kindly
I
refuge in his house and introduced me to her dearest friends.
They made me and made me immortal poet.
Then I realized that my trip had been pointless.
Then I went to Earth to visit.
I came because I wanted to be closer to those mortals
ungrateful
of faith enough to see the future.
I've run three countries
and a fourth who has no floor.
In one of them, I met a muse,
because all poets must have one.
I had more than one, and more than any
not even knew.
The moon, sun and wind,
agreed,
that we love;
She had become my angel, Earth
but did not seem
While our union and trembled with fear.
And meanwhile, a foreign illusion
gripped me.
My time on Earth was painful and wasted, until I found
door to the Temple of Sincerity. I looked
locksmiths to open but no one could.
were mere mortals ...
immature souls and complex
could not see beyond.
Suddenly the door opened from the inside ...
and there she was, my seas siren. Both his eyes lit
my relief, the pain
awoke and rose from his bed
and began fighting with the brightness of his soul.
Earth was happy.
The Sun, Moon and Wind, conformity.
But now the time was my most powerful rival.
many trips I made, my family now
was away.
I've come to visit,
with feelings of gift.
But Time has taken care to compete with me, and now we
side by side.
know, God ... If there is anything you ask!
all do not see why I could not.
That all persons who ever loved me,
be loved and served.
May all who have accompanied me, to be accompanied. And you're
arbitrator my current fight with Time,
to make a stop on my travels ...
and stay with her,
and she wants to stay with me.
Good God, I say goodbye!
See you at Easter and
if I remember ... occasional Sunday.
Jean Machuca
