The host came up to me. My turn would be coming up after two more poets. He bowed close to me and asked, "Do you want to go now?" I felt nervous, but I was ready.
I stared out into the crowd, and it sound vanished. The dread was gone, and as the first word of my poem slowly crawled out, I began to feel a familiar emotion: satisfaction.
The first two went well, I thought to myself: They were just practice. Here's the main event.
AMOR PROHIBIDO
Mujer misteriosa,
me has encantado.
Tu mensaje prohibido
encendió mi alma
con una locura insaciable.
Has vuelto infieles
los mas leales hombres,
acometen travesuras
por tenerte.
Muchos saben de ti,
pocos te conocen.
Son mucho menos
los que han podido alcanzarte.
Con una Mirada
me liberaste de la pesadilla
y mi alma ya conciente
despertó de la mentira:
de la vida habitual de blanco y negro,
de reglas impotentes, vecinos miserables.
Tu esencia remendó mi vida entera.
Mujer misteriosa.
Sin palabras, sin susurros
me has brindado un millón de deseos.
Tu mensaje evangélico
me levantó el alma
y quedó en mi Corazón
una huella.
La huella de esperanza, de rebeldía,
de amor, de una vida sin barreras.
Solo fue tu Mirada.
Dediqué entonces mi vida entera a buscarte.
Soñé y acaricié locos sentimientos
por tenerte a mi lado.
Tu Nombre es: Libertad
And then....silence. It was the calm right before the crashing of a huge wave pummels the sand. It stayed with the audience for a second.
And as soon as the silence came, it vanished.
Applause and cheers filled the room. High fives accompanied my return to my seat. Pats on the back, accolades in the form of whispers and nods. And the most satisfactory, yet another emotion that I am almost ashamed to say is not was familiar as the former: True Happiness. In it's purest form
