La noche tiene un influjo en mí
en ella el día se consume como una vela
se resbalan memorias como gotas de cera.
Del pavilo de los días se descuelga el fuego de lo hecho.
Ilumina ese fuego la noche
ilumina su interperie de cielo cegado
alta y oculta la Luna Nueva
mientras e trama en las horas y el sueño
la imagen de cera del día que asoma
cuando ese influjo se corta
y el día despunta en un alba de fuego.
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i have seen them:
ResponderEliminarthey turned to me
their heads covered with eyes,
their seven tongues bursting hidden knowledge;
i have seen them awake in their endless cavities,
waiting in their shapeless dens,
knowing what i know without knowing;
i have heard them answer my pledges
and unveil my fate:
nights keep coming, and i keep coming to my dreams again.
i have chosen to ignore. i have chosen not to know.
i have bee sentenced: i choose to ignore my sentence.
i choose to be my own will.
mystery is mystery unattended:
i choose not to know.
they say our way is written:
even if it is, night after night, i'll have to decide it.