You ask me what happened all this time. <br /> <br />You arrive. <br />The eyes I loved so much <br />have an exotic shine. <br /> <br />You smile magic. <br />Your steps know the dust <br />of so many paths... <br /> <br />What happened to you? <br /> <br />Failure is an art you ignore. <br />I learnt it sip by sip. <br /> <br />How many evenings <br />did I walk the same streets, <br />without you, <br />with uncertain rain......? <br /> <br />Not everybody knows <br />how to find the door <br />which takes you far, <br />love and risk, <br />to green pastures <br />and shiny streets. <br /> <br />You said life is a liquor <br />you have to drink fast. <br /> <br />I still see you leaving.... <br /> <br />There is a higher pleasure, <br />deny life, <br />walk shady shortcuts, <br />disdain love, <br />smile in the absence, <br />hold the vacuum <br />and keep going <br />to that point <br />which links <br />light <br />and darkness. <br /> <br />Version of a poem by José Luis García Martín<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-dido-and-aeneas/
