this time

[Arcadia]

we are really dry and waiting for rain
(not matter the water in our bodies and the dense air)
and you
talk about hope
only as a hardly, precise and daily craft
but for me
it was always more like an irrational, turbulent, lazy, ironic and sometimes sad and cruel force
a not too much useful vague faith in everything
(yeah, I know it doesn't sounds good...)
is what I feel now
(So, count me in for the party, anyway
but not for the work)

esta vez

estamos realmente secos y esperando la lluvia
(no importa el agua en nuestros cuerpos y el aire denso)
y vos
hablas de esperanza
solo como una dificil, precisa y diaria tarea
pero para mi
fue siempre mas como una irracional, turbulenta, perezosa, ironica y a veces triste y cruel fuerza
una vaga y no muy util fe en todo
(si, se que no suena muy bien...)
es lo que siento ahora
(asi que contame para la fiesta de todos modos
pero no para el trabajo)

[iblieve]

Hope is like faith we have to truly believe for its magic to work and somethigns it takes work to make hope grow, like tending a field to reap the harvest. Good to read you again Arcadia. "C"

[mousey1]

Damn that's purty. If I could speak another language I think I would choose this one. I believe I would come off mucho sexay in mi utterances.

A language truly made for poetry.

Enjoyed Arcadia.

[Arcadia]

mmm.. it's a rough poem I don't see the purty thing, but thanks both of you for reading.