miércoles, 10 de septiembre de 2014

Red Moon

You appear to comfort to afflicted
you go down of this desert valley
and touch our misfortunes with sweetness

You taught us to coexist with pain,
to accept the losses and stare the darkness
without fear. Your beauty is enough for me.

The sun marries you tonight.
Eclipses and ecstasy will.

Your virginal blood falls on my pupils,
with one pale caress you scratch all
the invisible, every voice of dust.

I go to meet your perpetual beauty.
I don't want anything else.
I don't need anything else.
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