ROSA MARÍA SANTANA VEGA - "Tristeza de un amor" Por Connie Romero y Joan Mora

Queridos amigos, he tenido el gran honor de colaborar recitando el divino sentimiento de la poetisa ‪@rosamariasantanavega1231‬ junto a la gallarda voz de ‪@joanmoralocutor‬
Espero disfruten de estos preciosos versos que lloran empujados por el viento. ❤️
Muchas gracias por ver. ❤️🌹
“TRISTEZA DE UN AMOR”
Autora: Rosa María Santana Vega
Edición de vídeo: Rosa María Santana Vega
👉    / @rosamariasantanavega1231  
Edición de audio: Joan Mora
👉    / @joanmoralocutor  

“SADNESS OF A LOVE”
Today I want to tell… I want to tell you!
from the depths of my sorrow,
from the darkness that alienates,
the phrase that I will not be able to forget.
Today I want to tell…I want to tell you!
from the pages of that book
that you gave me…, I found a piece of paper
with a name that I want to delete.
The withered rose among its leaves
It was the prelude to goodbye
that I loved you, God knew
and how lazy lies die.
The name had a phrase on it,
And it wasn't my name... It wasn't my name!
you were not sincere, you were not a man,
but darkness that kills the night.
Today you take me with pity to haste,
wanting to light the fire
with the dim light of your ego,
when it is already dust of ashes.
The fragile rose when withered,
never comes back to life
the thorns do not heal her wound,
nor the beautiful rose bush in which it lives.
I loved you! still in the distance
of a bed dressed in routine,
always with you in the kitchen
without really saying that you loved me,
and she restless butterfly
she flew in the bustle of my mind,
I went in the opposite direction to the current,
letting my poet soul fly.
You, you were a false prophet
of devious and false oaths
"with you in good times and bad"
when I was fragile and sick violet,
love does not sleep in a restless bed
but in the depths of the soul,
loving passionately and calmly,
rejecting the secret apple.
Today I want to tell... I want to tell you!
tall and light, I don't love you anymore
You are no longer that first man,
my traveling heart yearns to fly.
Without you, my love, I don't want to fly
my lover and eternal joy,
you were and are my life
I feel my poor soul cry.
Today I want to tell… I want to tell you!
my love, my eternal companion,
the acacia only in february
and I gracefully want to forgive you.
Author: Rosa Mª Santana Vega

Especial thanks to Ivan Samkov and Olexander Canary Islands for the wonderful images from PEXELS. ❤️