THE OTHER MUSIC
A prelude of voices is lost everyday.
There are words that blossom
And rise aloft and grow.
They are lost, they fly,
They are like dust in the arms
Of the sun, an invisible veil,
The union of a prodigious essence.
How many millions of flocks
Of words fall into the vacuum,
Or are transported to the blue!
They are like incense
Reassuming the mass
And expressing the song of humanity.
But how many words, mute,
Stay with the foresight
Of our feelings.
Music that nobody hears,
That nobody prays,
That remains a prisionr
In the arcanum of the heart.
Julie Sopetrán Lyrics, 2003
Music, Singing, Melody and Production Perry Barnes 2009
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http://eltiempohabitado.wordpress.com/poemas-en-ingles/
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