POETRY
1
This restlessness, this word from the heart
comes and stops me in my lips, is not new to me,
but remains, from where my parents live in loving
concrete struggles of the flesh
death to give me the world and grows like me a sea chest,
always changing, angry and inconsolable. It
come a day when so much effort matures
and bleeding, and that stopped
ignored word on my lips break the air like a song and make me happy
lasting name.
4
If the lily is vile in its purity
and hide under the murderer, if the poison
subtle is the way to achieve accurate
beauty;
Deception
my love for the nobility
and confused as to ruin divine, I
folly of sanity, one lie
of my certainty. Nobody gets
triumphant in battle, nor angelic
promise to shield me
or human condition I walled.
against all truth I love you,
infernal balance. I was born naked, you just
conquer death.
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