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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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

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

***

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.

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19 June 2016

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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.

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!