Dreams and Battlefields

by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))

My cruel destiny is just plain sorrow;
a regrettable mediocrity,
huge stone tower without merlon,
forever captive to vanity.

A cowardly soldier hiding for his ego,
writing impolite lyrics
with a gun and a pencil
without any lead,
located on a troubled stage
at the wrong battlefield.

Tonight I dreamt of her again,
and before the dawn I knew it all:
she will pursue me to the end,
as my unachievable fantasy;
a heavenly dreamt lover
a love planned by ecstasy.

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