Nobody
His name was Nobody. The name was chosen by his father
because he wanted his son to never fall into the trap of pride, importance and
self-promotion. Nobody grew up alone and learned to think alone. His ideas were
not contaminated by anything or anyone, and his thought flourished from the
white of the void until it came to compose the most beautiful spaces. Worlds
like red roses, universes that flew on butterfly wings. And he died without
knowing what a kiss tastes like, without knowing caresses and oblivious to the
love of someone who filled their perfect worlds.
Nadie
Se llamaba Nadie. El nombre lo eligió su padre porque quería
que su hijo nunca cayera en la trampa de la soberbia, de la importancia y del autobombo. Nadie creció
solo y aprendió a pensar en soledad. Sus ideas no estaban contaminadas por nada
ni por nadie, y su pensamiento florecíó desde el blanco del vacío hasta llegar
a componer los más bellos espacios. Mundos como rosas rojas, universos que
volaban sobre alas de mariposas. Y murió sin saber a qué sabe un beso, sin
conocer las caricias y ajeno al amor de alguien que llenara sus mundos
perfectos.
Now this is both beautiful and poetic and also heartbreaking. Because what is the beauty of a Rose if there's no butterfly to kiss its petals?
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Katy. I think that your soul is poetry. Take care of yourself. Thank you!!!
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