The Pillow on my Death
September 12, 2008Ave Maria
The Pillow on my Death
-Wilfredo Bolbes
I hear the sound melancholy from the ground,
from the Sky and Mountains and to the sunset
Birds’ fly, water flows, the cold wind in my arms,
People dancing and singing, loughing i have met.
I hear the sound of Happiness on the ground that sings for victory.
That when i live whith smile, with the sound and dance of a symphony within my heart a harmony.
The Harp is waiting for me calling my name to sleep in my bed in hurry.
And the Vilolin of a doldrums that i dreamed of when i wished to spare with
The white dress that i wished to put on my asleep with.
The soft Bed that upon my castle in the air for the rest of my life.
I hear the voice from the sky that calls for changes
That said unto me to, “climbe up here and be with me untill you will be born again.”
Oh i wish they will remember me not by venial but in good.
That my time i spared with them and that my hands from me given to them.
And of my caress that made them smile.
My time have come and my presence will be gone.
Remember that my life is just a song
With a good, happy in my Dawn and with the sadness on the Sunset.
Your tears will be like a rushing water
I am the warrior to my kingdom, ready to leave, to fight and to triumph
I am a warrior to my kingdom, ready to leave and fight, and die.
Forgive me that i have shed my blood to the ground
Forgive me that i have leave all my friends and my family
Forgive me that on my last breath, i have forgotten to say goodbye.
I Hope to see you again in Elysian nor sublime
That i shall sleep now on my pillow on my Death.
