The night wind sweeps the sunlight.
Darkness imprisoning me and become silent, reduced to inclement
star
frozen.
I've told a thousand and one nights of boredom.
Thousand and one nights of nightmares.
I wonder if the Averno
that opposes the Word
has mounted a deliberate and massive fraud.
If handful of frost will caress
that threw me,
vulnerable to ambushes
of the desert night weaving
forcing their presence. How
unlearn love,
under the intoxication of an excuse to silence
extended arbitrarily in the sand?
Thousand and One Nights of appearances and disappearances
enslave the cliffs of my soul. I feel infinite
plunder of ancient ball games, but not perceive
sacrifice.
I choose to rush in the orphanage
of primordial wisdom:
mistake in pursuing a mirage, oasis once
redeeming fading
angry,
unrecognizable possible
in the last shadows of night.
So I espouses the penitent
a temporary temple. I search their rooms
dragging the weight of a love unheard
claimed: I become a prisoner
breaks that hurt.
notice that the location is fabulous
of heaven and earth are
both origin and destination,
cause and consequence.
And I'm going.
Beset by quicksand
tears chocking me late
and retake the road to oblivion.
My footsteps are soft in the removal of the sand.
In light of her fan tricolor
my eyes are golden;
golds in three classes
dawn my vigils.
world Hostilities are running away,
cast in lust for power, control
impatience and rituals to monitor and punish.
My spirit thanks
change and the richness of simplicity.
He came to me the kingdom expected.
I am the Mother and Father, the perfect synthesis
treasure.
am the Son, Friend and Enemy.
I repeat and grow in them, I break and shoot
pregnant in the hope of tenderness and clarity. Today
snap you find my echo. Be
resisting, sick
ancestral abuse of a prison triangular
where languages \u200b\u200bare not.
I carry the word to revoke his exile.
The reason for giving his sayings;
's what it says,
that work accordingly. Shall I parirla
alone once again.
I am going.
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