I never knew I would be a long distance runner. <br /> <br />I´ve lost the drive to win <br />and my voice has become sweet. <br /> <br />Young tigers think of me <br />as an easy piece to hunt down <br />in middle game traps <br />and I feel like a gazelle. <br /> <br />What a curse <br />to feel all this music <br />and have no talent <br />to sing it! <br /> <br />Sober voice of baritone in tune, <br />sad cossack soul. <br /> <br />The fields on the river banks <br />should be green by now, <br />bishop to f5, check. <br /> <br />All those memories... <br /> <br />Tal called me craftsman. <br />I admired Petrosian´s hidden control, <br />so infinetely elegant, <br />and Bronstein was my friend, <br />a twin soul in melancholy, <br />but an artistic daring spirit. <br /> <br />I never knew I would be a long distance runner. <br /> <br />How lonely the hotels <br />behind my thick eyeglasses! <br /> <br />I will break the center <br />and open up the flanks. <br />I will balance my pieces <br />to play a winning endgame. <br /> <br />Knight to d5, <br />it´s a beautiful square <br />in this position. <br /> <br />How sweet to sing <br />the symphony <br />of cold chess! <br /> <br />My voice has become sweet. <br />I will win my last game today.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-long-distance-runner/
