Carta a Anabel Lee

 Radio Futura - Anabel Lee
(1987, Juan Perro)

se cuenta la historia
de unos muchachos
que en una juventud perdida
encontraron el amor
y realizaron su vida
en plena harmonía

cuenta la historia
que bajo la tutela
de unos dioses
recelosos y envidiosos
maldijeron con tragedia
pues su hechizo rompieron
y esa hermosa chica
llamada anabel lee
reposa ahora mismo
bajo una losa
en la que escribo
una última carta
del viejo anciano
que antaño fue su amor

en una vieja residencia
queda un puñado
de su vida
pero el recuerdo que perdura
en su imaginación
le alimenta hasta la muerte
se alimenta del encanto
se almenta del candor
y le sirve de perdón
pues él la sigue queriendo
sin que exista la opción
que escuche ella su canción
                               - drj9
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"La muerte de una mujer hermosa es, sin duda el tema más poético del mundo."

                              - Edgar Allan Poe

ANNABELLE LEE

(Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.