La Muerta
Si de pronto no existes,si de pronto no vives,yo seguiré viviendo
No me atrevo,no me atrevo a escribirlo,si te mueres
Yo seguiré viviendo
Porque donde no tiene voz un hombreallí, mi voz
Si de pronto no existes,si de pronto no vives,yo seguiré viviendo
No me atrevo,no me atrevo a escribirlo,si te mueres
Yo seguiré viviendo
Porque donde no tiene voz un hombreallí, mi voz
Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom
I remember you as you were in the last autumn
You were the grey beret and the still heart
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul
It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle my worriesas if they were twisted nets
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,but your body, relinquished so, breathessee...
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool
Of the spring, the
Opens a wide flash of foam,
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics
and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and drilling them full of apertures and birds
I'll tell you all the news
Because of you, in gardens of
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring
I have forgotten your face,
I no
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel : like a wreck we die to the very core,as if drowning at the heartor collapsing inwards from skin to soul
There are corpses,clammy slabs ...
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
We have lost even this twilight
No one saw us this evening hand in handwhile the blue night dropped on the world
I have seen from my windowthe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops
Sometimes a piece of sunburned like a coin ...
Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other
Littlerose,roselet,at times,tiny and naked,it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my mouth,butsuddenlymy feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:you have grown,your shoulders rise l...