El Árbol sobre la Colina

Bringing back the forgotten flowers to Reality

De encuentros furtivos

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , , , , , on 11:08

17 August 2016
Wandering Spirit by Elizabeth Anna

Ayer vi tu sonrisa a través del portal
Y canté tímida a la postre.
Tus ojos fueron un reto:
Azul en tu abrazo, rojo en mi seno.

El coraje en tus cuentos narraste
Y releí en tu tinta, en tu cuerpo.
El tiempo alongado en mi ímpetu:
Escucho, y aprendo, canto, y te leo.

Vino la noche y te fuiste en el viento
Y en mi canto te seguí dentro.
Tu despedida desató un duelo:
En una mano espada, en la otra, ruego.

Vino la mañana sin augurio de luz
Y en los libros te acecho en el miedo.
Si te encuentro, el debacle:
En palabra, aliento; en silencio, desvelo.

Hoy te vi deambulando en tu Cielo
Y sin suerte te llamé en el sinsabor.
Las palabras se escaparon:
Ni miradas furtivas, ni un lirio secreto.

Mañana desertarán las promesas
Y la sangre y tinta se mezclarán con ellas.
Tus recuerdos vivirán en cautela:
Pactos ufanos, traidores anhelos.

Mis ofrendas precarias por tu acogida
Y en retorno, ese dulce desdeño.
Dime en este oscuro día:
Tu voz artimaña, o amargo sortilegio.

Litanies of the heart I

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , , , on 20:46

10 August 2016
Photo by Nicola Davison Reed

Withered heart, hardened skin,
Time marches on
Dragging our bodies to the Sun.

The day begone, bygone the charm.

Sweetened lips, your tender youth,
You run afar
Hauling us off to the bell jar.

The day begone, bygone the charm.

Saddened sleuth, forgettable kin,
We bleed you away
Memory in slumber, will never neglect.

The day begone, bygone the charm.

Maps on strips, vigorous embrace,
Grasping my heart
The day begone, bygone the charm.

The day begone, bygone the charm.

And the world will turn, your eyes intact,
Stories resembling yesterday's lives.
And the valkyries will sing no stars aligned,
My lineage lost, your urges denied.

The day begone, bygone the charm.

War with(out) you

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , on 10:49

26 July 2016
Blessed be thy hate, by Katya-h

Where are you now?
Hiding in the back of your word
Caressing other people’s minds
Suffering your faith,
laughing at mine.

Will you send word to me?
Of your heaven’s delight
Of the secrets of your Order
Of your days’ glories,
My harship, divine.

Are you keeping company at night?
My soul wishes you an Irish blessing
In other, the darkest eyes
Giving you warmth and solace,
The most ancient desire.

Will you spare me touch and vision?
My eyes repeating in loud voices
Each of your wee lullabies,
Singing compulsive odes
Of duties, treason and your heart.

Will I succumb deranged?
Worlds colliding in my blinking eye
Division reviving my deepest ambition:
Your side, that is battling
My memories, dwelling of mine!

Easy come, easy go

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , on 19:03

16 July 2016

Tristan and Isolde, John William Waterhouse

You’ve tempted me in a life declaration
With your ancient enlightenment
And I crave for Sophia in your embrace,
In that very gone moment.
You called me through blood maps
With your senses thirst
And I fell for the ancient hoax
In the starvation of my ghost.
You’ve fled through the morning mist
With your verb hostile
And I died for a second in the draught
In the perennial desire.
You’ve planted a seed of destruction
With the lenient touch
And I am burning alive in the silence,
In this loathsome void.
And you continue to plant those desires
With the skill of a cavalier…
And I await in the stillness of my shadows
War manifesto or the pettiest of your tales.

The tear beneath

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , on 23:36

13 July 2016

It is painful a laugh
At the drowning scene
It is torture to love
At the dawn of the Young age.

And to bleed is a lonely labour
For tears are only for thee
And to pretend is an empty candour
When the scuffle is beneath.

It is a dreadful vision
Blind bullets, bitter concord
It is that crystalline prison
Comfy home, draining patrol.

Here I am lost in a garden of my own
For the dark dimensions are endless
And impossible we roam alone in our blood
No touch, no consolation, no caresses.

Recipe of the Life

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , , on 23:24

6 July 2016
Illustration Endless cycle by G1mm1ck

I was the daughter of the Sun
Running blindly to the Darkness
Innocent songs of wishes, desires
Guiding this will in sin, the hunter.

I was a disciple of Artemis
Running wild into Fierceness
Loud elegies of vision, faith
Growing this will in regret, the repentant.

I was a wanderer of the Forest
Running relieved from the pain
Penitent eulogies of love, kindness
Draining my will with blood, the druid.

I am an Alchemist of the Moon
Roaming blissfully in my surrender
Lustful odes of my Nature, ambitions
Making my will alive, the unknown.

Of the Lost & the Found

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , on 23:14

13 July 2016

I burn absolute as the Zero
Paths of decay against the light
And you cry, you cry.
I smile as evil as the fierce Nature
Surrender to me in your delight
And you shine, you shine.
I lose myself in the crowds and the bodies
Broken pieces of my life in need
And you weep, you miss.
I come back home, prodigal and yielding
Wanting the strips of my kindred lost
At peace you, here at the West, them on the East.

Illustration Through the looking-glass by Agnes Cecile

El silencio en tu recuerdo

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , on 22:56

17 mayo 2012

Es el silencio que mata
me devuelve a un mínimo estado,
a la más pura debilidad,
a los más arraigados temores.
Es tu rostro que veo
perdido en el Tiempo que rechacé,
atrapado en recuerdos construidos,
entre burbujas de polvo,
en los agujeros de mi memoria.
Y aunque es mi egoísmo quien hoy llora,
se queda muda la ciega Señora
porque no quiere creer
el testimonio que ante mí se revela:
¡tanto dolor en pago, en pago tanto dolor!
Las cuentas no se borran con los años
y te veo pagar, pagar con sangre,
mientras el alma no puede más que llorar,
y el cuerpo, el cuerpo menguar.
Se hacen duros estos labios,
y el corazón enciende la carrera
tratando de no quedarse atrás,
pero nadie se queda contigo
y el cuerpo sigue el chueco andar,
y aunque quiera regresar, allá va, él va.

Illustration by Greyguardian

"With just the door ajar"

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , on 20:03


Respira, cuenta hasta tres...
Cierra los ojos, bajar el velo
El ansia, el silencio 
Dejados con él.

Vive, grita a las tres...
Olvida el alba y palabras
Incrustadas, cocidas 
Dentro de esta piel.

Olvida, entierra mis voces....
En tu cielo, continuo respiras
Dueño del todo, la nada
Tu voulez me embêté.

En tus historias, mitos contrarios...
Habitas fuera de mi valor pasajero
Déjame impío, transgresor
Ideas fugándose en mis delirios.

Entregado en tu cordura...
Orden del alba, héroe del caos
Cristales de mi alma, la tuya
Huérfanos del ansia última.

En las letanías de mi pasión
Sumiso jerarca, altar de tu Saga
Te pierdes, te marchas
Legado decadente de tu voz.


The purest mirror

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , on 20:44

19 June 2016

Found you on the border of our lines
Hidden in an ocean of darkness
Burning innocence of a child
Came to a world too soon, too odd.

Magic seen in the new dimension of your eyes
Forbidden note of bond and love
Longing voice of a child
Lonely in a world too vast, too harsh.

Maps discovered in the touch of your skin
Telling me to follow you into your side
Welcoming embrace of a child
Forgotten by time, too sweet, too bad.

And now I've lost you in the vastness of the now
Craving for the knowledge of your heart
Marvellous secret of a child 
Came to my path, too late, too fast.

The Impossible Song

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , , on 16:13

When I see you
I see the true meaning of fire
And I burn.

When I get near to you
I lose my senses in a jade ocean
And I succumb.

And with every second of proximity
It is no longer I who feels,
It is your skin,
And the unmistakable wonder of your birth marks 
calling for touch.

What is the meaning of this infatuation?
The gentleness of your voice,
The sweet home in your eyes,
The ulterior protection in what I imagine is your embrace.

But alas, it is only your counsel and patience I get.
I am only a child, stubborn, young, simple,
In front of the supremacy of your body.
Defeated by the vastness of your vault.
And I'm only a lost cause
Unable to reach your lights,
Unable to break the bondage.

Is it an illusion?
Is it the grass shinning afar, yet near my sight
Blinding my sense and obligation?

Or is it you, who renders to me,
In the only way you could...
Proud, apart, father-like, caring?

Do you see the smallest token of virtue?
The tiniest faint of femininity?
The darkest bit of beauty in my eyes?

Do you secretly desire me with no other hope than reside?
No other hope but to welcome me as peer
Not as female, object of love and rendition?

Still, here I am, lost in the wee hours
Pleading your contempt in this rocky place
Singing for the impossible praise!

Canción del pasado

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , on 12:03
Recuerdo esas tardes llenas de sol
Calor y tristeza que se cuela en el alma
Las lágrimas que dejé en tu almohada
Los besos con sabor a gotas de nieve
Las sonrisas cayendo, diciendo adiós.

Dulces labios y mirada recuerdo
En nuestro escape de la realidad
Inocencia que bebía y me llenaba
El dolor ya no dejó desear
La huída marcando el adiós sin anunciar.

También te recuerdo indomable
Tocarte quemaba mis alas
Las lágrimas que me ataban a ti
Las noches al rescate de nuestro dolor
Y el adiós, el adiós que retornaba.

A ti te recuerdo en ilusiones
De vidas que nacían y morían en párpados
Sonrisas esquivas, tactos etéreos
Azares que no dejaban bailar,
Bebiendo nuestro adiós por lo que vendrá.

A ti te he olvidado, en defensa
De lo que perdí con tu ansiedad
Tu nombre se ha perdido
En una historia marchita…

La búsqueda comenzó con tu adiós.

De suicidas

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under on 12:00
22 Marzo 2012

Es el abismo
Nada nada nada
Ausencia de razones,
Imágenes tardías
Sonrisas tuyas y mías
Que se van, se van...
Es la caída
Donde vuelo apacible
al Infierno de tu Dios.
Tus besos ya muy sordos
En mis labios de tierra
En comunión, comunión.
Es el silencio
Y la quietud atacando
Mi sangre, mi corazón.
Es la parca, amiga mía,
Cantando a media voz
¡Podrás dormir tranquila
pero sorda y ya sin voz!

Y me pregunto

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under on 19:32
9 Agosto 2012

Si me sumerjo en el silencio, ¿me esperarás allí? Si caigo en la sonoridad, ¿escucharás atento lo que tengo que decir? Si entrego mi cuerpo a la destrucción, ¿aún me amarás?
Mis días son ciclos de Vida y de Muerte, y de todo lo que hay entre ellas. Respiro, marcho, conquisto, venzo, caigo: todo como debe ser. Luego me revelo, pruebo la noche, me pruebo a mí misma con el filo de los actos, despedazando un poco lo que soy. Y te llamo en medio de todo el barullo, te quiero cerca para la lucha, para el dolor y la nulidad, con lo que tengo, lo que quiero y lo que no. Pero no estás y me sigo preguntando: ¿Estarías?

Small song

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under on 19:23
2 September 2012

Time becomes distant... Our moments (are) the result of an alternate force. Unthinkable, yet inevitable. Like the perception of the brimful and infinite emptiness during the fall, that is how I feel, consumed by your words. In the promise of your bed, my heart crackles. In the peace of your embrace, my soul abates. And the unity of the world quietens, and my woes vanish with the playful smoke that I summon, in these nights with my home afar...
Sometimes I wonder how real is this that I feel, this that I feel you feel. And then I perceive you as near as my breath, as implicit as my omissions. And I miss you, I have you heare, as mine as my voice, more real than my reflection... and more vital than my heartbeat.