Happy are… / Felices son…

Happy are the long nights of dreams,
passionate caress, as the voracious roar
of the raging wind beneath tense waves
giving a breath of life to the surf.

Happy are the noble turns of fate,
a fleeting embrace holding me up
over the cusp of a sudden death
that is giving a new meaning to all.

Happy are the days when feathers fall
just drenched with weeping from rain
and nothing else falls, nothing but eternity,
swaying silently on shattered footsteps.

Happy are gray flowers in the fields
awakening only within my dreams,
and while fate crowns your absence
I diluted taciturn, where the feather fell…
Felices son las noches largas de sueños,
caricia apasionada, como el rugido voraz
del viento furioso bajo las olas tensas,
dándole un soplo de vida a la espuma.

Felices son las vueltas nobles del destino,
un abrazo fugaz que me sostiene en pie
sobre la cúspide de una muerte repentina
que la va dando un nuevo sentido a todo.

Felices son los días donde caen las plumas
empapadas solo por el llanto de la lluvia
y nada mas cae, nada mas que la eternidad,
tambaleándose silentes sobre pasos rotos.

Felices son las flores grises en los campos
que despiertan solamente en mis sueños
y mientras el destino corona tu ausencia
me diluyo taciturno, donde la pluma cayó…

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
Summer dreams

4 thoughts on “Happy are… / Felices son…

  1. I can’t find the word to describe the feeling this poem has just created in me ,sooo beautiful !

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