Vagabond Multilingual Journal Fall 2013 | Page 21

Torment My sun no longer shines, It no longer dazzles the colors that surround my world, It no longer comes out to light smiles on my face, Its rays no longer dance radiantly with me, It no longer illuminates my dreams, It no longer caresses my skin to give it a glow of love, It no longer lets me dream under its affectionate resplendency that warms the body and paints beautiful dreams, It no longer lets sentiments of happiness shine, It no longer wakes me up with fluorescent joyfulness... My sun is no longer my sun; it is the sun of all, The sun is simply sun and nothing else. My wind, the moving air, no longer moves for me, It no longer blows tenderly upon my skin, It no longer plays with my hair, It no longer touches my face to make me realize that my lips and my eyes are smiling innocently the jubilation of my heart, It has prevented me from running madly with it, It no longer elevates my desires, It no longer gives wings to my goals and aspirations, It no longer takes my thoughts to distant and beautiful lands with it… My wind is no longer my wind; it is the wind of all, The wind is simply wind and nothing else. My sun and my wind, the two abandoned me, The two turned their face and marched out of my life with him, In their place a gray sun and an icy wind, In my heart a grand emptiness and severe pain, That man took them as his own, and with an angelic smile seduced them, Handsome man that I loved immensely left me in a dark hole, He never came back for me. Dark hole, Oh dark hole! Help me out of here, Black hole, I have learned to love thee, With your sharp torment you have made me stronger than can be, But it is time for you to set me free, My soul and my heart no longer resist, If you release me I can finally break the chains of sorrow and flee, And the radiant sun and gentle wind today will finally return to me… by Verónica Ramírez, Pre-Med & Spanish Language and Literature ‘15 21