Poem by GEORGE VIZYENOS
SONG
Like the inexhaustible spring
that babbles in the ravine
my tears flow silently
endlessly down the road.
They tumble, softening the stones,
they plough through marble,
making deep furrows where
shrubs flower and bloom.
Your heart alone can never
bend, nor will it soften,
and in its hardness
a grain of love will never bloom.
Libros Libertad 