Montag, 3. August 2015


                Sleeping in my garden are
white lilies, purple flowers, and roses.
                 My heart, heavy and sad,
must hide its bitter pain from the flowers.

         I don´t want the flowers to know
                             of my life´s  torments.
                 If they knew of my suffering
                 they would cry in sympathy.

          Hush, the lilies and purple flowers
                                          are sleeping.
I don´t want them to know of my sorrow,
                         for if they see me crying
                                           they will die.

Rafael Hernandes

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