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En un día como hoy


En un día nublado como hoy,
Cuando el sol no quiso ni siquiera dar su calor,
Tú decidiste decirme adiós.
No sé a la verdad que fue más fuerte,
Si la tormenta que golpeaba mi ventana,
O la tormenta que mis ojos lloraban.
En cada trueno que caía del cielo,
Era como cada pieza de mi corazón que fue despedazado
Así como en la predicción del tiempo no había probabilidad de
tormenta,
Tampoco hubo noticia ni advertencia que me prepararía para tu
despedida.
Como la lluvia es algo natural necesario para el pasto verde
crecer.
Tomare tu despedida como algo necesario para yo poder crecer y
madurar como ser humano.
La lluvia como viene, se va,
La tormenta es fuerte pero deja su calma,
Ya que siempre el sol saldrá y su calor dará,
También la tormenta que tu adiós dejo se ira de mi
Con la pena y el dolor, y volveré a sonreír le a la vida,
Y podre disfrutar el calor de un nuevo amor.

(written on 5/17/2011; I thought about this type of poem as i was waiting for the metro and it was a cloudy day!/ pense sobre esto mientras esperaba el metro, y si que era un dia nublado! Pero a la verdad es pura ficcion!). 
Pic: http://image.librodearena.com/b/1/1037431/lluvia100000.jpg

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