Me fui dos días
Para cuando regrese,
Para cuando regrese,
Estaba lejana.
Con los ojos grandes después de mirar la montaña mas alta.
Volví del lugar al que me dijeron que no fuera.
Donde su barba se come la piel que mi corazón expulsa.
Me quedo con el puro amor de su caricia.
Aun veo sus manos grandes,
Dándome el abrazo mas divino.
El que me hace pensar que aunque no vuelvas yo te sigo.
La emoción de un tórax que se expande.
Si no eres tu,
Será tu sombra la que me até.
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Reminded of this:
"The chosen and the beloved, had waited twelve years for his ship that was to return and take him back to the isle of his birth. The day when he climbed the hill and saw the ship approaching, he experienced great joy. But as he descended the hill he became sad: "Who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?" The people of the city surrounded him and pleaded with him not to leave. Out of the sanctuary came Almitra, the seeress. "Prophet of God," she said, "in quest of the uttermost, long have you searched the distances for your ship. And now your ship has come, and you must needs go...."
The poem is here: http://www.selfdiscoveryportal.com/poetry_gibran.htm
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