Mariano
05-abr-2003, 23:26
Mi nombre es marino y el otro dia se me dio por escribir un poema. Como en estos momentos estoy en USA, lo escribi en ingles. Espero que les guste y que em den su opinion.
Cry
Walking down the street,
thinking about life and life’s problem
thinking how to solve them.
I saw my friends walking towards me,
as I said: "Hi!", they walked by
saying nothing, just … crying.
I ran to my house: scared, terrified.
As soon as I closed the door,
I heard my Dad. I t was strange; almost never My dad come early from work’
as I was getting closer to him, I noticed that he was doing nothing, just …. crying.
I wanted to ask him what was wrong,
but I didn’t, I was scared.
I ran to ask my Mom’
when I got into her room, I saw that she was sitting on one side of the bed,
I noticed she had something in her hands,
I couldn’t see what was it;
I was shaking, but at the same time petrified,
and even worse, I still couldn’t see what the thing in her hands.
I said : "Mom what’s wrong? ".
She didn’t answered.
Time passed by and I was still standing behind her.
Finally a sound came out of her mouth,
In that moment I noticed that she was … crying.
I walked to her and stood next to her.
I was shocked, I couldn’t breath or feel my body.
So I just … cried, for ever and ever;
when I realized that he object in her hands was a picture of me.
Bueno, eso es todo, que Les Parecio?
Cry
Walking down the street,
thinking about life and life’s problem
thinking how to solve them.
I saw my friends walking towards me,
as I said: "Hi!", they walked by
saying nothing, just … crying.
I ran to my house: scared, terrified.
As soon as I closed the door,
I heard my Dad. I t was strange; almost never My dad come early from work’
as I was getting closer to him, I noticed that he was doing nothing, just …. crying.
I wanted to ask him what was wrong,
but I didn’t, I was scared.
I ran to ask my Mom’
when I got into her room, I saw that she was sitting on one side of the bed,
I noticed she had something in her hands,
I couldn’t see what was it;
I was shaking, but at the same time petrified,
and even worse, I still couldn’t see what the thing in her hands.
I said : "Mom what’s wrong? ".
She didn’t answered.
Time passed by and I was still standing behind her.
Finally a sound came out of her mouth,
In that moment I noticed that she was … crying.
I walked to her and stood next to her.
I was shocked, I couldn’t breath or feel my body.
So I just … cried, for ever and ever;
when I realized that he object in her hands was a picture of me.
Bueno, eso es todo, que Les Parecio?