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Sometimes I played with loneliness, I feared Loneliness, She was the one who picked me up from every fall An unreal being that only lived in my mind. Her laughter was music to my ears I grew up, but she did not grow up with me. Only I could see her, When other people felt her, She reproached me for all the girlfriends that I had I just wanted her to leave, You will go with me, he said and so it was. One afternoon I noticed that she A few meters away another car hit me. We were never separated again. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version) IMÁGENES NO PROPIAS SON TOMADAS DE PIXABAY.COM BAJO LICENCIA DE LIBRE USO POR SUS CREADORES/IMAGES NOT THEIR OWN ARE TAKEN FROM PIXABAY.COM UNDER FREE USE LICENSE BY THEIR CREATORS. LAS IMÁGENES PUEDEN HABER SIDO EDITADAS POR SOFTWARE INKSCAPE 0.92, GIMP 2.8 O APP QUE CORREN EN EL SISTEMA ANDROID/IMAGES MAY HAVE BEEN EDITED BY INKSCAPE 0.92 SOFTWARE, GIMP 2.8 OR APP RUNNING ON ANDROID SYSTEM. EL INGLÉS NO ES MI IDIOMA MATERNO POR LO TANTO, CUANDO ESCRIBO EN ESE IDIOMA ME APOYO EN EL TRADUCTOR DEEPL EN SU APLICACIÓN WEB O PARA ANDROID/ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO WHEN I WRITE IN ENGLISH I RELY ON THE DEEPL TRANSLATOR IN ITS WEB OR ANDROID APPLICATION..
How could I not?
if it was my eternal companion?
What can a lonely person expect from his childhood in life?I FEARED LONELINESS
when I was a child
when she, too, was a child.
Then she became my friend,
my companion.
The sister I never had.
when mom wasn't there.
I made her real to me
because that melody told me
that I was not alone,
that she was with me, accompanying me.
She was still the same girl.
I noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes
that day at my grandmother's wake.
She didn't leave the casket for a moment.
She loved my grandmother
and her cups of chocolate or coffee with milk and biscuits.
listen to her
laugh at her jokes
and talk to her.
they felt fear.
Don't be afraid, I would tell her!
but she continued with me
without ceasing to be a child.
It was rare to see a child talking about adult things.
I even felt jealous of her.
She scared more than one of them in intimacy.
It was unbelievable that even at that moment she didn't leave.
I no longer wanted her by my side
It started to bother me.
I wanted to be alone,
but...
I wasn't anymore.
she wasn't in the car with me.
But in the middle of the highway,
her silhouette appeared on the road.
I only remember...
her,
helping me out of the car.
My people never spoke to me again
Now, we just look for
to anyone
who's afraid of loneliness
There is a strong use of personification in this poem and that is just brilliant!
However, and I'm not sure if this is because of the way everything is worded or noted in the poem, but at some point, it all just gets confusing sometimes lol.
Seriously 😂, sometimes I had to got back to the top of the poem just to reassure myself that loneliness was not an actual girl! Lol.
Regardless, this poem is beautiful. It has a very strong melancholic message to it. Damn, I can't imagine being lonely that much or enjoying loneliness so much, that it becomes an embodiment of my own creation!
The idea is that when you read the poem you will concentrate fully on the reading. English is not my native language, but from what you describe, that is the effect I wanted when writing it in Spanish. I think the translator manages to translate what I want
Oh I see... It's alright then. No problem I understand.
Still a great story regardless of the translator!