January 6
In this summer the mornings are very cold.
I bring to my memory the wise words
from reliable people when they told me:
“that only the light would conquer the darkness.”
But it is seen that the latter also won,
because even when the sun is in its splendor,
That cold continued wreaking havoc on my heart,
and perhaps in some others, I know it and I say it with fear.
Some voices inevitably
They came closer to me,
They traveled to join my prayers,
perhaps they have accomplished their mission.
Words, one after another
They are gradually settling into my life.
I can only stand up,
to fall to my knees again,
more my soul unfolded
fight not to lose hope
from that moment that I approached
a little to the peace of your home.
With my eyes closed I follow the route,
I see some people who intercede
and in the midst of one's own pleas,
They go through life longing for that day to come,
to be heard!
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Many in their bodies were waiting,
others did it from sad agony
and finally some others left
in search of peace and freedom
in order to complete the harmony.
To whom to turn? I wonder!...
What am I?... of what and why was I made?
What I can do? Finally, what mission do I fulfill?
To join in now.
These are just a few of the many questions.
that usually make a pilgrimage in my thoughts
and today they won't leave me alone,
I feel guilt and some helplessness.
Not being in the right place
little by little it mutilates hope,
to find the immediate answer
to affirm me back in confidence,
Appear soon oh sweet melody!
because every word in that song
took me to countless spaces
from which I could leave day by day,
in others without any explanation
remain clinging to other lives.
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But I would like to be trapped there again,
to get closer to just reparation
of the voices that ask me with loud cries,
I know it because their faces express it with devotion.
I continue traveling through infinite and diverse spaces
longing to find what is closest to me (without being able to find it).
It hurts me because the only measure
that today I have to extend this path,
is to be able to continue writing,
try to describe what my soul continues to feel.
Little by little like the previous song
I notice that the words end,
like the previous hope
with which I started writing
our only song, this is how it ends.
A bit surreal!
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Poems recorded by Maestro Litto Molina
Six
from January
The top
of your body
The parable
of the wind
Weaving wishes,
dreams in the meadow
Each of the previous poems were written by the author and composer Francinher Sandoval Valencia and recorded in the studio with the special participation of maestro Litto Molina on voice.