Poem: Theatre

My life , as in a theater,
where she cries and screams over and over again,
where they are committed follies of love
And all is done with intensity.

My life was like a theater
In which you love and crying incessantly,
And where you laughs yourself,
thus overcoming every difficulty.

I would like my life to be like in a theater,
where I’d love him and I’d feel love truly,
but as in a theater, he just acts,
while I live it as if it were real.

My life now is as  I were in a theater,
sitting watching without observing,
wishing with all my strength
be the master artist,
that to be only an observer
I prefer die as the main act.

Mi vida, como en un teatro,

Donde se llora y grita hasta la saciedad,

Donde se cometen locuras de amores

Y todo se realiza con intensidad.

Mi vida era como  un teatro

En el que se ama y llora sin parar,

Y donde se rie de uno mismo,

Superando asi cada dificultad.

Quiero que mi vida sea como en un teatro,

Donde yo ame y me amen de verdad,

Pero como en un teatro el novio sólo actúa,

Mientras yo lo vivo como si fuera real.

Mi vida ahora es como si  en un teatro,

Sentada yo estuviera mirando sin observar,

Deseando con todas mis fuerzas

Ser la artista principal,

Que para ser sólo observadora,

Prefiero morir, como acto final.

-by Dream’Espe

First edition 19/05/2016

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5 Replies to “Poem: Theatre”

  1. Bud, your talent runs deep. You have a gift in this art of writing. I am loving every single read i see here. – Cezane

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