The odio:: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGmZ1zoO1Qw
revised a little::
O dad you are gone
your breath has paled and perished from my arms
so as your glance that was so concerned and kind
nothing of your fervid breath is left in this chill
I do not still dare to look at the depth of this wound
the wound of your absence
that like a tear
blossoms on the glass.
like a frost on the water.
You were equal to the rest of the world
now nothing is holding on to its identity,
nothing is symmetrical!
In your mustache
the kitten is lost
the world has lost its whisker
meanings have no allusion,
no hint in their characters
I lost my identity
my identity is an illusion
in whatever I reach out
there is no more you,
like you melted
like you were just a dream
a snow man who was built around a light bulb,
who was distend to melt away
like candle that melted from the flame of its heart.
I am still holding on to this snowman’s his hats
to the carrot of his nose
to the buttons of his pretended coat,
to the wrinkles that I carved on his forehead
with my worries
with the ears that I caved in his head for him to hear me
to the chimney of nostrils
that vents the fumes of my existence
to the collar
that I carved from the grips of my exposition.
O dad you’re still dead.
you would never again gain consciousness
you would never grew back to this life
you grow nothing now but my death,
my disability to disassemble you
from my heart
to smelt the snowman of your memory.
There is a frost bite in my chest
the snow is pouring
your memory like a road, the only road I've ever known, vanishing away
being wiped by whiteness,
An availing is rolling out of this snow ball
cold is warm
white and fluffy
like a bed of cotton balls
my eyes are heavy
this chill is so drowsy(*)
(*) it is about chill coma, the state in which people who are trapped in cold ( like in mountain ...) fall in before death. After all the pain and agonies are gone, extreme ease takes over, then a pleasurable sleeping sensation makes the eyes drowsy and shortly and softly death takes over
Thanks Hellon. They are two . The other one I remember you nominated. even though the poems are so different , the length and the title and the subject are the same, that is why they both leave the same residue in the memory, and get confuse with one another.