Eulogy of the shadows

Eulogy of the shadows
(a poem from Jorge Luis Borges 1899-1986)

A Burden has been layed on me,
i stumble upon my penury,
among my faceless friends,
women aren´t what they once where,
i see blanck in the pages of books,
i have lost the gift of see(sight)
reckless to life now,
angsious to know the real me.

Words from a master,
thoughts set into stone,
feelings trapped in words,
words turnned into poems,
every word that rimes,
every poor man's soul,
tells me a little more,
how?,ill never know.

Please!,
i beg of you,
don´t be sorry for this poor soul,
that has been layed out to passt(comer grama/eat grass),
it is my conviction ,my own crusixfiction,
it is My burden, mine and MINE only,
i don´t know what to make of it,anymore,
ill expire someday,i hope...

the beast is dead ,or almost dead,
my penury is slow and it doesen´t hurt,
it flows in a calm declive,
it may be an eternity,
all of this terrorises me,
the corners may be others,
and every single book i´ve ever read,
i keep reading it on my mind,
from South to East,from Nort to West,
every single path i´ve ever been trew converge,
and find a rest in my secret place,
ill soon know who i am.

adaptation by- me Luis~!Weon