Foreign my voice
who should speak
the same language,
m'esprimo gestures
like an old mime.
The idea is dumb,
discouragement
steals the show with laughter
donated every day,
s'adombra that like the sun,
inside and outside of me,
and ghosts
horizon looks down.
So many thoughts in 13 lines ...
Who should speak our own language?
What is the one who determines who should, logically speaking the same language?
There is a person who "should", or who simply do not understand ... is not one who can?
Not feeling understood is great because of discomfort in the long run. It 'a worm that works silently.
The day the picture given is beautiful, the sun is the symbol of s'adombra best intentions worn by clouds as the sun is not strong, yet capable of blurring.
... And the ghosts of the past are the most disturbing image.
The ghosts of the past can lead to melancholy, or rebellion, no middle ground.
(Of course: very personal analysis)