Hello dear Hive community, good morning everyone, today I present this work entitled "The last time".
He vivido los contrastes del gris amargo de mis días ...
Como un pájaro enjaulado con sueños de volar,
desmayos por el aliento de la libertad ...
Las horas que apaciguan mis años
están consumiendo el verde de mi alma ...
Y sin darme cuenta he entrado en un eclipse
que ensombrece la verdadera fantasía de vivir ...
Y sin darme cuenta mi mente se ha quedado en blanco
y he sucumbido a algo que no existe ...
Y no siento que sea miedo, pero de mi subconsciente escuché algo muy sincero ...
Realmente estoy pasando por lo que es el último de mis tiempos ... "
"I have exhausted my strength from the depths of my gut ...
I have lived the contrasts of the bitter gray of my days ...
Like a caged bird with dreams of flight,
fainting from breath freedom ...
The hours that appease my years
they are consuming the green of my soul ...
And without realizing it I have entered an eclipse
that overshadows the true fantasy of living ...
And without realizing it my mind has gone blank
and I have succumbed to something that does not exist ...
And I do not feel that it is fear, but from my subconscious I heard something very sincere ...
I am truly going through what is the last of my times ... "
this was an attempt at poetry that came to me ... and I also wanted to express it in this drawing, I will gladly show you its process !!
And here I leave you !! I hope and you liked it, see you in the next post, take care friends !!