Poetry by Zhaul

Written by Zhaul

Sunday, 01 November 2009 00:00

Zhaul

DOUBLE DARE

It’s a double dare, distance and your eyes

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It’s a double sight, what happened and what will be
It’s a double dream, remembering you and hope

It’s the pleasure of the sea caught in your eyes
Standing there and watching you walk
Palm trees bowing as you went by

The shinning of your smile and the hasting of my lips
The breeze caressing your face, the sand under your feet
And under the whirls of your hair a story just for me

Things you said and did a gift of mine
Time in the sleepy shores with your smile
Where I left my heart lost in time

Things I said I didn’t understand
Less understood the things you reply
But in my soul real feelings were on a flight

And forever burning in the mist of longing for
The defiance of whatever was not
and those moments getting lost

Dolanne’s melody ringing in my soul
The sight of staring beyond my control
The double dare of making you my goal

JEALOUSY

It has not been to long, years

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since I was overwhelmed with jealousy
I thought I had it buried
where all desires go to die.

Who is able to love quietly,
silent hands and peacefully,
without been wrapped in stealth
helpless to sleep, or at least, rest?

I Silently yell those questions
that not even the echo wants to hear;
maybe you want to listen to
or maybe they get lost among the stars.

As I don’t receive an answer
or know of your whereabouts,
my soul departs willing
to look for you in the estuaries,
prairies, woods, wherever.

Not knowing what you do
gives me this mild grief
trapping me in that insomnia
where I can’t control my jealousy

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ORIGINAL VERSION IN SPANISH

CELOS

No ha sido mucho tiempo, años,

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que no me ganaban los celos
creí que los había dejado enterrados
ahí donde mueren los deseos

quién pudiera saber amar tranquilo
manos calladas y en paz
sin tener que estar envuelto de sigilo
sin poder dormir, o al menos, descansar

Gritando en silencio esas preguntas
que ni el eco quiere saber de ellas,
tal vez tu si las escuchas
o quizá se pierden en las estrellas.

Y al no recibir respuesta
o conocer de tu paradero
se aleja mi alma dispuesta
a buscarte en los esteros,
praderas, bosques, o adonde sea

No saber que haces me llena de duelo
me atrapa de desvelos
y no puedo controlar

Bio:

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Born in Mexico City (1958) He has dedicated his life to study human psychology. He is currently working on helping people with addictive behaviors. He started writing poetry at age 13 in Spanish, and in English just about 2 years ago. He has published a series of pamphlets informing about compulsive-obsessive-addictive behaviors.

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