El Árbol sobre la Colina

Bringing back the forgotten flowers to Reality

Cazadora

Published by Unknown under on 21:46

1 abril 2018

Cazo en la oscuridad azulada
Con la tenue luz de mis palabras.
Esta ansia demanda presa y sacrificio:
Labios para mi hambruna,
Corazón para el altar.
En el acecho, me despojo de piel y anhelos
Y soy mi mejor versión: Changeling, camaleón,
Soy imparable, máquina sin piedad.
En el postrero instante, somos uno su ser y yo
Cada gota es mi sangre, amoroso abrazo.
Pero en aquella danza macabra
Las victorias, las sagas quedan en mi poder.
Corazón en ofrenda, alimento de Su Voz,
El alma de mi víctima, despojo
Y la mía, en eterno, recurrente reparo.


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Published by Unknown under on 21:18

This cacophony, our life
You kiss my hand, I bite your faith 
All the while we bleed, we die.

Our dissonant smiles, lies,
You leave my life, I dream the now
Agnostic disclosures to which I vow.

Hopeless begging to wrong god
No sacrifice suffices.
Let me depart from the blinding light.

No crying, no mercy intended, delight?
In your science, no space for my ancient desire.
You let me drown in that knowledge of mine.





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Published by Unknown under on 21:23

Struggle to hug, to hurt
Torture in kisses, in words
Bleeding out with time 
The end of our embrace is nigh.

Your silence that kills and seals
Faith of departures, farewell
Empty hearts, cold hands
Relieving the promises with lights.

Let me go, no mercy is asked
Keep me alive, no prayer is sung
Hard waters going to opposite ends
Forgetting the delicate thread keeping the line.

And the silence is here
You there, the distance ajar
No tears cried, no heaven’s delight 
No pleasures or triumphs to give us the chance.