BEAUTIFUL DARK
Last night I've played and I've been without my hand
fled beyond my hand without my body
flee, and my ear
almost human in a way I have felt
. Pulsating
,
not know if as blood or
tag wandering
by my house on tiptoe, climbing darkness, darkness
low, run, sparkling.
run for my wooden house
windows opened and I felt you beat the entire night,
daughter of the deep, silent,
warrior, so terrible, so beautiful
that everything that exists,
for me, without your flame did not exist.
FAX TO Guster
Fax with gale
and a rose today
Rojas left this
-Gonzalo as put him in the water, was alone, there
epitaph to write about their fate, nor
body to breathe, scarcely
be said of him that came
fast and has left,
is no longer then that
no stars for him, carnally
goes over the glass that imprisoned a rose
as an instrument of destruction, which has come
and that's it.
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