"I go among peple: I love people,
action,
thought,
struggle.
Your are one person in my struggle,
I love you."

NAZIM HIKMET

STRUGGLE

We were born with the same metal-clad heart,
that only knows how to feel inside.
When we speak...We don't speak. We part
ways, we rage, and fight, and hide
words from each other.
We don't know (don't bother)
how to get out from inside ourselves without
pain and hurt, and wrong words thrown about.
This time, we reached too far,
we hurt too much, indeed...
And while I drown myself in alcohol and tar,
hope flies away...the seed
that kept us together for so long.
But I was bred in struggle, I play strong,
I breathe deep, I stand up straight,
even when weak inside.

You are my only love, my gait,
my lover, my companion and my bride,
my sole reason to wish to be alive.

"I love people," but even loving all
cannot be done without the warming thought
that, among all, one special one's on call,
when one's distraught.

You were that special one. The soul
that I relied upon... and, fool,
gave you away...The tool
to crack my armored heart...my whole.

JOSE VALDUAR