A story written in poetry about a mysterious encounter followed by an unexpected realization.
The setting is the Millennium bridge in the night of New Year’s Eve.
Gelid, with anger and pain
the wind in delirium screams
scratchin’ the water, shaking the trees
Invisible, his laments are vain.
–
Tonight, no one cares about him.
The waiting is crackling fire.
The crowd is family warmth.
The last night is about to begin.
–
All of a sudden, in those fields far away
neon lights of the skyline take off
a sensational blooming of stars
and for an instant the night was a day.
–
Golden willows and palms
and lightnings cascades
fragments of the year that fades,
defeated by cannons and guns.
–
as splinters of light fell in the river
the wind himself shed a tear.
Just like him I knew I was there
for costume more than for pleasure
–
Eyes veiled,
deep inside asleep
yet normal in the quiet streets
was how I played.
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Your arms on the bridge’s bars,
Were in the moment I saw you,
lost in a dream like a child
looking at the exploding stars
as if in love, with sparkling eyes.
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And there, with no noise
a dart must have hit me.
of emotions drunk I see
I’m bleeding from the chest
I’m shivering with joy.
–
Oh, how I wished those eyes looked at me
as if I was one on the fires.
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Epiphany in me
a spark of life like a thrill,
I could feel it in my head,
floating harmony
in my trembling hands.
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My eyes were flooded with colors
as in a sudden realization
of where I was, Who I was
and I was there, my feet touched the ground.
I owned something nobody had.
–
So, looking for your gaze
again, I turned back
your cerulean gaze, black.
But I couldn’t see through
the thick wall of coats, blue.
Soon, I was lost in the haze.
–
You were gone
but God was there, I noticed
welcoming like a mother
shining of light of His own.
But how I wish I could know
if He was more distant or close.
–
The vault was empty now
Fireflies on the ceiling
and the eyes of the buildings
looked at me in my sorrow,
sinking
like a helpless family their child.
–
And so was my heart,
So happy
in the purest despair.
–
Did I just fall in love with the night?
Like in a trance, prey of a vision
tired,
Fatally wounded
finally dreaming.
Or was it an angel, an invisible knight?
Sent to bring me back from prison
to the joy of living
and suffering?
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The magic I thought it was ended
as I was about to leave
after that strange, beautiful sight.
Yet I found myself with surprise
in the days after to believe
–
that the flowers indoors
a little longer
would last
as the sun shines
a little stronger,
would the snow on the grass
become lacy frost
and the fog would melt into ponds
like candy floss, at a fair
life would be sweeter.