WAITING just a poem

Yes, sometimes waiting could be too sad, or not, but I thought that
Cuca and me were sad when I wrote it, it was a time that we had news about
the disease “m.e.” that affected her and we were shoked and confused, waiting
for something, but what for?

the poem






"Waiting"

Far away from our real world
quite we see the past of days
gathering enough time see
passing off the years.... (this was because we were out from Madrid living in a new house in Torrevieja (Alicante), alone in winter waiting a new flat in Madrid and may be a drug that kill the pain of my dear Cuca)


Sunset shorten our time
uncertain future we await
despite prisioners here we are
without anxiety we are... (From our terrace we could see the sunset, I was seeing the sunset and took a pencil a paper and I wrote)


Happy following the path
sooner or later the end would be
of our life being in peace
waiting the end of life together.... (we were in peace, happily together, but in fact Cuca wanted to die without complaining as she was at
the begining of her long long way of suffering. It was nearly fourteen years ago and everything seems
to be hard and blue, it wasn´t so after all)


Knowing about the subject it is possible that you and the other friends understand better the emiliano´s writing, in Spanish first of course, but afterward I have translated several of the poems I wrote along these years.


 

http://rickhaigh.deviantart.com/art/I-have-been-waiting-for-you



Thank you again dear friends.




el gatufo