Un Viento Frío

Yes, this poem is in Spanish. But there's a translation that is almost as beautiful to accompany it.

Un viento frío dentro mi ventana.

Mis emociones son tan espeso

como nuestra fuma

moviendo afuera en la noche clara.

Me encantan tus manos.

Tu eres mi maestro

y nuestra canción canta

a la luna

y las estrellas sonríen.

Si me quede aquí

nunca me volvería.

No pedí para ti

pero ahora que estás aquí

no me dejes.

Una cama sucia en un amor puro.

Somos dos medios de uno pero

tus padres nunca entenderán.

Mi corazón se hace calor

debajo de tus ojos.

Mi piel se hace frío

debajo de tus dedos.

O, tormento!

Si me quede aquí

nunca me volvería.

No pedí para ti

pera ahora estás conmigo

no me deja.

A cold wind through my window.

My emotions are as thick

as our smoke

moving away in the clear night.

I love your hands.

You are my maestro

and our song sings

to the moon

and the stars smile.

If I stay here

I will never return.

I didn’t ask for you

but now that you’re here

don’t leave me.

A dirty bed in a pure love.

We are two halves of one but

your parents will never understand.

My heart becomes hot

beneath your eyes.

My skin becomes cold

beneath your fingers.

Oh, torment!

If I stay here

I will never return.

I didn’t ask for you

but now that you’re here

don’t leave me.

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Impressive...demonstrates the twists and turns of a relationship.

Nice work...

[Ourebro.]

This does sort of have the flow of a Pablo Neruda poem.
Very nice.

[Antonio Valentino]

Heather is your last name Neruda? This was amazing!
Loved every bit of it!

Antonio