Spanish Spoken Word - The Translation to English of "Ansiedad Del Corazón"

Prelude: It is always difficult to translate from Spanish to English, especially in the arts.  The Spanish language has beautiful and colorful meanings in its native tongue.  To simply translate a Spanish work of art into English, is not as simple as it may sound, for the true meaning is lost in translation.  Only a general understanding can be interpreted.  I will make an attempt to translate one of my most favorite writings to date... See later down in the this blog for the original version written in its native tongue, Espanol.

"Ansiedad Del Corazón" in English

Anxiety of the Heart

my heart says nothing

the feelings it shares are without words

it's true desire attracts your true romantic

hidden deep in your soul

a place you let no one go

it penetrates your walls

and the all the heartbreak you once felt is forgotten 

and not even thought about.

One look deep into your eyes

justifies your beautiful self

exposed and bare

exposed and bare

your eyes speak and my heart feels the passion of your fears,

the years of your tears and the unlocking

of true joy which encapsulates your soul.

A dream come true

unbelievable and just for you...

Its a real dream,

to feel something different than the reality of your internal scream,

and when you wake and I am not there beside...

silently your heart does cry.

My faults run deep

but my heart never lies

it only sighs because it knows...

Soon you'll be gone

Convincing yourself to sing a different song,

but there is no escape to the memories we did create.

So my heart decided to

sprinkle you with cupid's dust

and let you know the meaning of true lust...

Even though,

you hurt deeply in your soul

and are no longer capable of repair.

I can see through what you hide

and catch you when you try to run.

I give you no space

so you never wake

back to the reality of how you disguise your emotion

and hate

and hate...

The non acceptance of your true soulmate.

Yours in a perfect dream,

My heart of acceptance

Nomad - An empty soul

Nomad.

Drifter who drifts
not from place to place
but from time to time
everywhere a sign
choose to accept
or choose to regret
stay awake and
feel like you never slept.

Life of meaning
life always seeming
complacent...
distant...
and too loud to listen.

Move swiftly and forget
Move silently and don't submit
Run fast and don't trip...
because soon...
it will catch up to you.

You have memory
Your memory will remember
even when locked deep within your walls
where you buried it,
when you tried to forget it,
when life reminded you,
and you once again
fell victim to it.

Your reaction brought no satisfaction
and scattered your thought into indecision.
With no strength to take control
you let it go...

run fast and don't trip,
live life emotion-less
don't take control and be controlled,
your negativity tells a story
of a soul decomposed.

run fast and don't trip
in this life you are convinced
to live life, saving other souls
and running from your very own.

Yours Truly,

The Nomad in your mind,
who runs from thy soul

Wish and Hope - it never happened

Silently cry does she
without tears
emotional scars deep
self esteem whirlwind
all because she believed of him

True beauty was critiqued
a price paid by words.
Jagged like a dirty blade
stabbed with...
Now visions erratically search.

Reinvent herself does she...
Self defense,
to disappear and re-invent...
Her solution to preserve self worth.
shhhh... don't say a thing...
and everything will go away.
Wish and hope
Wish and hope
it never happened...
but then her poet wrote...

Mental thoughts hidden by silence
Communication non-existent
Fake the smile to rest the mind,
while in the presence of others.
Laugh and have a good time,
but in solitude...
In solitude there is no rhyme,
just reality whispering to the mind
constant reminder of desolate time.
Was it now or is it then?
Where am I?
and how did this begin?

Wish and hope
Wish and hope
for you this I wrote...

yOurs Truly...

The silence I can decode

Fairytales escape

From the start of the heart
and the excitement of the beginning
in hope of a fairy tale ending.

Like the middle of the content
chapters and character development.
Knowing and growing
warming and flowing...

An emotional connection
of intellectual perception
as the pages keep turning
and the want of knowing growing.

Two thirds of the way through,
wondering if there is an ending...
Or a sequel and a new beginning,
that picks up where it left off...
In hopes that this journey never stops.

Turn after turn of the page
day after each day
when and where will my smile fade
for a slip and a trip
and unknowing twist of emotional haze.

The Perfect story,
for the Perfect night...
Mind take me away
and let me escape
into the world that only my imagination can create...

yOurs Truly,

The heart on my sleeve
and the chapter in my book.
 

Ansiedad Del Corazón

Ansiedad Del Corazón

mi corazón no dice nada
los sentimientos que comparte son sin palabras
su verdadero deseo atrae su verdadero romántico
escondido en lo profundo de tu alma
un lugar que nadie vaya

penetra en las paredes
y toda la angustia que sintió una vez
se olvida y ni siquiera pensado.

Una mirada profunda en tus ojos
justifica tu hermosa
expuesto y desnudo
expuesto y desnudo
sus ojos hablan y se siente mi corazón
la pasión de sus miedos
los años de sus lágrimas y desbloqueo de la
de la verdadera alegría
encapulates tu alma.
Un sueño hecho realidad
increíble y solo para ti ...
Es un sueño real,
a sentir algo diferente
que la realidad de su grito interno,
cuando se despierta
y yo no estoy allí, junto a ...
silencio de su corazón llora.

Mis errores son profundas
pero mi corazón nunca miente
sólo suspira porque sabe ...
Pronto iré
convencerse a sí mismo para cantar una canción diferente,
pero no hay escape a las memorias
hicimos crear.

Así que mi corazón decidió
espolvorear con el polvo que Cupido
y le hará saber el significado de la verdadera lujuria ...
A pesar de que ,
le dolió profundamente en tu alma
y ya no son capaces de reparación.
Puedo ver a través de lo que se oculta
y usted coge cuando intenta ejecutar.

Te doy ningún espacio
por lo que nunca se despierta
volver a la realidad de cómo disimular su emoción
y el odio
y el odio ...
La no aceptación de su verdadera alma gemela.

Suyo en un sueño perfecto,

Mi corazón de aceptación

Instead of speak to me, you choose to Re-Read silently...

I have an audience
who read what I write...
I have an audience
who feel the emotion of spoken word.
With metaphors and similes...
I have an audience
that consists of you and me.

So you read what I write?
Do you like?
And why do you feel that way,
about what I say?
How is it that you interpret,
my intellectual serpent?

Do you feel I speak to you?
Or do you feel I speak of me?
You should know, that answer lies in how you be...
If you feel something inside,
It must have been a memory,
that was powerful enough,
to withstand... love, lust and luck.
And thus,
Signaling your heart to reach into the dark,
And remember life, from these words I write.

What a feeling you must feel
when you secretly, knowingly and purposefully
re-read these words I spill...
Because I say what people don't want to hear,
words that confront their biggest fears...
And memories that were locked in a box.
And when the end was reached
How many times did you secretly re-read and re-read?

So please do read down,
from year to year,
on this blog,
my writings appear,
then disappear...
Only to be re-discovered

YouRs TruLy,

Secretly Re-Read and avoid the pain of speech

"Caterpillar to Butterfly"

Physical she never cries
She cries emotionally
deep in her heart where no one can see
cause she's aging mentally
and the dreams she once did mean
are beginning to feel like a distant memory

Even though she lives in the now
she still wonders how
it ever came to be
but the bed she did make
so the rest to sleep isn't dreamy

She likes the chase
of a familiar taste
and hides behind the spreading of no hate
cause her heart was captured as a young-in
and now she has matured into a woman

Her mind right
Her time might
fade into the light
the light of first site
from the darkness of her night
there is a faint light
that she fights with all her might

The road and path of righteous now seems past
Will eternal ever last
or will she breathe wearing a mask
and have days filled with tasks
to keep her mind away from time,
and mind controlling lines...

tears of a clown
that familiar sound
tears of a clown
When she releases from being bound
tears of a clown
when he wants her back
tears of a clown
when there is nothing left
tears of a clown is what he sings
when dollar signs evaporate from his dreams
and her young dreamS. and her maturing dreamS.. and her new real womanly dreamS..?

yOurs tRuly,
"Caterpillar to Butterfly"
Will I ever see the beauty of her flight?