THE NYMPHS OF RANCOR
They are magical
Simple and sweet
Small and playful
They don't know if first
You go or I come.
They come out when you
No longer pretend conscience
But evoke
To your feelings,
Of intense despair.
Nostalgia, mourning,
Sadness, impotence or resentment.
They want light,
They want life.
The nymphs come out of the darkness
Like the stigma when the flower opens.
Hope returns
Surrounding the hard agony.
Rather rage,
If you reserve mercilessly,
Will conceive strong
Your weak courage.
The plots/spiders that will come,
Will be battles vanquished
Before the wound.
You are left behind,
Lost in the gloom of memory and revenge,
Of the one you know, forgotten.
Evoked forever more shall you remain
Tearing your clothes and thoughts,
Where I learned, and doubted.
And I say to thee: Now I, jewel, deep soul,
I'll go down the path of mists
With the nymphs of rancor.
They, sweet, fascinating,
Prodigious, extraordinary,
They will lead me to victory,
Without wavering,
Without wavering,
Without speculation.
PARALLEL GALAXY
The other you and the other me
Eclipsed from the parallel galaxy
Going to stop in a world full of strangers.
Neither you nor me, neither yours nor mine;
Energy didn’t melt within this vastness of delusion.
We will both dance immersed,
In the lake of dreams.
And at last we will return,
Remaining in the infinity of the parallel galaxy.
THE LADY WALKS ALONE
In a guard outside
A lady alone walks.
Silence, nothing moves.
The unwept words of nothingness.
Mystery seasons the entrails
Feeling the people chanting,
Fighting each other, spurring each other on.
No longer know which way to run.
She knows you haven't lost, but she doubts it.
