Raul A Cabral
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If Walls Could Talk
IF WALLS COULD TALK The Cathedral wall Oh my God, more than 500 years that I was built, and my stones crumble by the action of time and oblivion. I have heard the priest say that they are going to melt me to make a new wall. How can I shout to these deaf humans that it means a lot for them to remember their history, that I keep secrets of saints, murderers, adulterants and pirates. That I have witnessed the birth of a new world on this side of the Atlantic, that I can speak of the first prayer to Heaven, the first Christian sermon, the first confession of love between lovers, the first political revelation, and the first binding of the corsair Drake in this new land, America.
By Raul A Cabralabout a month ago in Fiction
LOOKING YOU AMONG THE STARS
Tonight, without a moon, the starry firmament looks like a huge Christmas tree even though it is only February. Here, quiet, cast on the sand on this Caribbean beach, where you can only hear the symphony of the branches of coconut trees dejected by the wind and the harmonious compass of the waves of the sea, and the Cicadas singing their eternal melody, what a beautiful and comforting moment, I only miss you.
By Raul A Cabral2 years ago in Poets
Love killed on the Horizon
Whoever was going to tell me you were leaving; such immense love should not have been so unfairly separated. We were as happy and close to each other as on the beach are united the sea and the sand. I have no words explaining this separation that haunts me, you are my life and when you leave you were taking it with you, I feel like the ghost who wanders in sorrow looking for Paradise without knowing how to find it.
By Raul A Cabral2 years ago in Poets
