Author: Spanish poet Ximenes
I'm never coming back.
The clear night temperature quietly cools down.
The moon sparkles.
The world has to sleep.
My body is not there anymore.
A cool breeze
Blow in through the open window
What is the soul of an outlaw?
I have nothing here.
I don't know if anyone will be my memory.
Maybe in a tender feeling and your tears
But there will also be flowers and stars
Sigh and hope
And the streets
Dense tree of action and laughter
And the piano will sound.
Like the scenes that often appear in silent nights.
I live in the window.
No more silent listening
Translation:
I'm not going back.
On a sunny night, cool and quiet,
Under the bleak bright moon,
The world has fallen asleep.
My body is gone,
A cool breeze,
Blowing in through the open window,
Ask where my soul is.
I haven't been here for a long time,
I wonder if anyone will remember me,
Someone will fondly recall my past.
But there will be flowers and starlight.
Sighs and hopes,
What about that street?
Lovers' laughter under the dense trees.
The piano will ring.
On this silent night,
But in the window where I live,
No one will listen silently anymore.
Extended data:
Appreciation of the poem I will never go back;
Poetry is closely related to various symbols, and every word permeates his delicate mind. As an undead, the poet expressed his love and nostalgia for the world: the undead have no body, sneak silently, and are transparent to all things in the world.
Looking up, the night sky is as cool as water, the sky is as dark as blue, and a golden curved boat floats leisurely among the clouds; The world is already asleep, and only lonely souls are spying on the world. In this world, there are houses where he once lived, people he loved deeply, flowers and stars, sighs and hopes, and lovers' laughter, but he is the only one.
The former home in the fog is getting more and more hazy; Deep lament and tossing and turning hope gripped his heart tightly; He heard the call of his world, and his soul was uneasy and melancholy; I clearly remember that he came from outside the world and played a strange and confused passerby ... only the cool breeze sent him into the open window, and only the tears of his relatives accompanied him on the road of no return.
His past is as far away as the future ... he hopes to hide in his memory, so he keeps walking and never stops, just for the happiness and sadness of dreams that the deceased can have. But on the night when the piano sounded, under the window where he once lived, no one listened to him, and the heart of the undead was empty.
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