Ana's Blog – July 2014 Archive (3)

Mom, here comes the train ...!



I heard of a small village lost in the mountains of the north of Spain, where there was a train station, and it seems to be that there, the oldest of the village used to sit on the old wooden benches to remember old times and dream about the time when the nearby river was full of clean and clear water.



The train never stopped there, but for old people, it  was an incentive, in the evenings, to sit on the benches to see…

CÁLLAME

Cuando hable demasiado, cállame; pero hazlo

captando mi atención con tu mirada.

Mírame como el dios del amor

mira a su amada…

The Spaceship of Silence

I want to travel in my Spaceship of Silence,

Where the machines of making dreams do not make a noise,

Where words keep  asleep

Waiting for…