«Not to drink that kind nectar from your lips
«neither breathe from your breath eternal life
«nor to sleep in your arms another night
« It's to die, not to be, have never been...
«To watch your sweet tongue plunging bold, in fire
«at the Queen's mouth request in those your dreams
«That she in your sleep surrenders with wild screams
«and both awake fulfilled and in desire...
«I'll rather be a bird in a hawk's beak
«an injured doe, hurt, doomed to cease to exist
«a speckle in the dimmest, faintest night
«A crazy mare, a ghost, a bitch, a freak
«a little rock still turned to tiny grist
«I'd rather die to be this river's bride!»
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Uruen tzari
El mínimo suspiro, la Transfiguración
Un firmamento mudo..., un huracán, un cataclismo
Una primera aurora, un dios henchido de sí mismo
Un hombre derramado... en toda la extensión
De una mujer
Un firmamento mudo..., un huracán, un cataclismo
Una primera aurora, un dios henchido de sí mismo
Un hombre derramado... en toda la extensión
De una mujer
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