The winds (Dedicated to Rhonda Santas)

Time will blush my face
with shame and with despair,
they have to meet one day
and rend my stage so frail.

Things I've done in haste
yonder paved the trail,
ribbons knot the lace
that looms my broken veil.

It is… not that I
have lost the flower zest,
it is… that you are
the well that bloomed so late.

Never… tell my eyes
you’ll never lead my sail,
let me tell them how
to keep my love at bay.

It’s not… for me to say
the tempest will prevail,
but omens can foretell
the winds are here to stay.

José Vidal – Pepín 2007 ©

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