Lágrimas egoístas engordaron de amor y esta noche vomitan la soledad; susurran el nombre de las manos que las acaricien para limpiar el rostro del llanto y así descubrir la inocencia, renovada por la luz de la Luna. Lágrimas egoístas se contienen impacientes las ganas de regar de sal cicatrizante las heridas, esperando la hora del anochecer, el reencuentro con la luz que las baña de vulnerabilidad y tiñe de esperanza.
Lágrimas egoístas expresan un luto anticipado; luto del Lobo que aúlla a la Luna enamorado, y a la Tierra está atado. Su Cielo es imposible, entonces prefiere verse ahogado.
Lágrimas que inundan de tanto extrañar.
Explota la mente de tanto pensar.
Ama el corazón y sangra.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Doll Faced Vulture ·
little princess...
with no need for empathy
when we will gather at your feet
to give you anything you need,
and feel privileged just to have you hang around
so we can look you up and down
and wait for you to turn around
and maybe notice all the things we have inside,
things that you pretend to provide
to get yourself around in life.
so...
sorry to get in your way.
it seems that I forgot my place,
a means to your superficial ends.
here, let me scratch your back again, sweetie.
little princess...
how could I be any use?
might I assist with your abuse
and whatever else you choose?
good thing you're pretty
or else you'd be no good to me,
your fake concern is rather weak;
I hear an echo when you speak.
but it's ok...
manipulate me all you need,
for we are all your currency;
even your spite is flattering.
little doll faced vulture, circling round...
captivating as I lay on the ground,
waiting for you to come swooping down
to feast on my weakness and move on through the crowd.
with no need for empathy
when we will gather at your feet
to give you anything you need,
and feel privileged just to have you hang around
so we can look you up and down
and wait for you to turn around
and maybe notice all the things we have inside,
things that you pretend to provide
to get yourself around in life.
so...
sorry to get in your way.
it seems that I forgot my place,
a means to your superficial ends.
here, let me scratch your back again, sweetie.
little princess...
how could I be any use?
might I assist with your abuse
and whatever else you choose?
good thing you're pretty
or else you'd be no good to me,
your fake concern is rather weak;
I hear an echo when you speak.
but it's ok...
manipulate me all you need,
for we are all your currency;
even your spite is flattering.
little doll faced vulture, circling round...
captivating as I lay on the ground,
waiting for you to come swooping down
to feast on my weakness and move on through the crowd.
Thursday, 2 July 2009
De Amor ·
Soy vulnerable
a su cálido abrazo de fragancia y suavidad que acaricia,
a sus besos húmedos de fresa contagiados de risa,
a sus ojos frescos y en mi panza la brisa.
Se presenta colmado de luz divina,
desatando en mí una revolución.
Descubre cada palabra escondida
y cambio sin tiempo ante la inundación.
Rápido y profundo, sin lograr reaccionar;
sólo este abierto corazón paralizar.
Quisiera contagiarlo de amor;
pero me siento ínfima en su infinidad.
Deseo con fuerza ser más fuerte
e impregnar también mi perfume.
Y es tan hermoso como aniquilante:
Protejo su ser hasta olvidarme.
a su cálido abrazo de fragancia y suavidad que acaricia,
a sus besos húmedos de fresa contagiados de risa,
a sus ojos frescos y en mi panza la brisa.
Se presenta colmado de luz divina,
desatando en mí una revolución.
Descubre cada palabra escondida
y cambio sin tiempo ante la inundación.
Rápido y profundo, sin lograr reaccionar;
sólo este abierto corazón paralizar.
Quisiera contagiarlo de amor;
pero me siento ínfima en su infinidad.
Deseo con fuerza ser más fuerte
e impregnar también mi perfume.
Y es tan hermoso como aniquilante:
Protejo su ser hasta olvidarme.
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