Tisch
My grandmother's love letter
There are no stars tonight.
But those memories.
However, how big is the memory space?
In the soft rain belt.
There are no stars tonight.
But I have a little memory.
In the drizzle,
How many memories can you hold?
There is even enough space.
A letter from my mother's mother,
Elizabeth,
Has been suppressed for so long
A corner of the roof
They are brown and soft.
Easy to melt like snow.
It turns out that all the memories are in it,
A letter from my grandmother Elizabeth.
Still there,
Stuck in the corner of the roof
It has been a long time.
It's yellow and soft,
Melting like snow at any time.
Such a huge space
You must tread softly.
All this is sustained by an invisible white hair.
It trembled, and the branches of the birch were entangled in the air.
Walk into this hall of memory
You must be careful.
It's all about an invisible white hair.
It shivers like a birch branch that sucks in air.
I asked myself:
I asked myself:
"Your fingers are long enough to play?
Just the old key of echo:
Is silence strong enough?
Bring music back to its source.
And then come back to you.
Like to her? "
"Your fingers are long enough to touch?
The old key even brought a little echo:
Is the silence around strong enough?
You can send music to its source.
Send it to you again
Like pass it on to her? "
However, I will hold my grandmother's hand
Experienced many things that she could not understand;
So I fell. The rain on the roof is still falling.
With such a gentle and pitying laugh.
I want to hold my grandmother's hand.
Experience all kinds of things she can't understand together;
I stumbled all the way. The rain continued to beat on the roof,
Smile tenderly and piteously.
extreme
What can I do? What can I say
The hand of love is touching my heart gently.
My dream for you may be shattered.
What can I do? What can I say
Confusion burns on the road
I don't want to admit the passion I feel.
I'm afraid my love for you is so real.
Our souls magically dance at night.
Our physical contact made me tremble with fear.
What can I do? What can I say
I long for your love every day.
Author: Cindy Echaras
Tisso
Another sleepless night.
I left the window open tonight.
Turn on the porch light,
So when I woke up from my dream,
I can look out in the rain.
You can see us there ...
You hold me in your arms,
When we dance, pull me closer to you,
Listening to our own songs in the rain,
Laughing and kissing,
Swear never to let the other person leave ...
Eventually the illusion disappeared,
We weren't really there ...
We were never.
We never hugged each other,
We have never danced in the pale moonlight.
Never felt the heavy rain pouring down and soaking us ...
Together.
I see you every day, not where you are,
But where I want you to go.
I reached out and gently stroked the sheets.
By my side ... where you should be.
I long to touch your face, your chest,
Feel the breath of your life coming in and out,
When you're lying there sleeping.
I moved my hand where I should feel your heart.
Beating steadily under my palm.
I close my eyes and can almost feel it.
It seems that no matter what I do,
I want you to do it with me,
It's like you should be there
Sometimes I really don't understand why you are not.
I drove across the street,
Hearing one of our favorite songs on the radio,
Almost talking to you,
Like you're sitting next to me,
Share music.
I even reached out my hand,
I put my hand on the seat,
It feels warm,
Like you've really been there.
I am eager to take you with me,
Holding your hand in the cinema.
Listening to you laugh in interesting places ...
Crying with you in sorrow.
Go dancing with you,
Swing with the music.
So close, our souls almost touch.
And healing ...
I seem to need you very much.
I want to know how I got through the day,
But I don't know you.
We only talk on the phone,
I am very familiar with your voice,
I can easily choose from thousands ...
I know you're laughing,
Even the sound when you smile.
I sometimes hear tears in your voice ...
All I can think about is crossing this vast ocean,
Separate me from you, erase it,
Take away your heartache, my heartache ...
This is all I can think about.
How can anyone be so lonely?
Miss someone very much,
People they've never met ...
Never held ...
Never touched ...
I'll take you ...
In this little place called my heart.
You have become a part of me,
A part I don't want to lose.
So now I'm lying here ...
Listen to the rain outside the window.
I looked out, and in a short moment, I saw us there again.
Then my eyes moved to the ceiling,
Looking for your * * * file.
I close my eyes,
Listen to your voice.
Then I heard ...
"Good night, my love ..."
I opened my eyes to look for you,
But surprisingly, I am still alone.
Now I'm here ...
Another sleepless night.
Without you here.
-Jenna's poem-