The Paper Boat

Its over Sir, its over
No more words,request, hopes or questions
No more cries or expectations
not more resentment either

It feels as if it lie there
flat, empty, deprived of life
not even heavy!
And as a little paper boat
it floats wonderingly thorough this stream of thoughts
until its core essence will inevitably
dissolve as it sinks into that memories
with which we form our past

Its on me, Sir, its on me
I built it and now Im abandoning it
to save my dear life, Sir, to save my dear life!

No boat can safely reach any harbor
even if it had a compass-
if the helmsman is driven by unconsciousness and selfishness

It never weighted anchor
It never stroke sail
Easy for any lame storm
to come and wretch it in an almost playful manner!

Today I watch it as it slowly drifts into the nothing
I salute its passing and I walk away

billescas

THE IRISH (Kevin's English version)

Since long I have walked towards this moment
and having reached it, I don't feel anything for its having ended

since- before me-, a vast green valley spreads
that can still mean everything

It will depend on me
whether I want to run into it and play there
or simply contemplate it


Now , in the mist of the placid afternoon
of this summer that is coming to its end
I feel myself and I barely feel anything

Not more the effervescent sprout of my youth
when to live seemed to be the only meaningful thing to do
Not more the tenacious seek of an ideal
that must be reached before long
-for life does not offer many chances
and knowing I have passed too many, still feel the need to grab it-
Not either the subtle search for perfume, essence, dew or the simple things
that make life bearable

In the horizon the sun starts to set and I watch it, with no thoughts
I feel the heat that doesn't burn my skin anymore
I watch its rays intensively without going blind no more

The night will fall soon...
and I wait for it with no more questions

b illescas