Isolation N 46 Every Sweet Arrival

under this gray sky
to the name rose they gave sharp thorns
to the name nettles nothing to suggest the itch when touching them

maybe it's just fate and nothing but appearance
although
every sweet arrival is preceded by a steep path
and every profound evil is hidden to the world
only if whoever whatches has no heart to see

...........

sotto questo cielo grigio
al nome di rosa hanno dato affilate spine
al nome ortiche
niente che suggerisca il prurito al toccarle

forse è solo il destino e nient'altro che apparenza
eppure
ogni dolce arrivo è preceduto da un ripido sentiero
e ogni male profondo è nascosto agli occhi del mondo
solo se chi guarda non ha cuore per vedere

..........

bajo este cielo gris
al nombre rosa dieron espinas afiladas
al nombre ortigas
  nada que sugiera la picazón al tocarlas

tal vez es solo el destino y nada más que apariencia

pero aún
cada dulce llegada es precedida por un camino empinado
y todo mal profundo está oculto a los ojos del mundo
solo si quien mira no tiene corazón para ver

Marco Bo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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