In borrowed blue pajamas I sleep with hope tonight, For happy dreams unclouded sights That are neither blue Not borrowed.
What painful madness did you hide in your unconscious? Those blue oceans of sadness That are your sunken eyes, contain the melancholia of the world. Oh Pablo! Do not be anxious! Old age will not be the death of your Youth! Then why do you seem blue? Your blue period is over, isn’t it? Your… Continue reading Blues for Pablo