Gemidos sonoros, amorosos
Escalando tu garganta.
Empiezan en tu estomago
Como el revoloteo
De gaviotas celosas.
Precipicios en tus pestañas
That at night are a wall of darkness where ships find their deathbed; an illusory night where no lighthouse dared be built; granite so shrill in color and texture where no light reflects; an end where the means are slapped to and fro in disorienting rhythms; jagged rocks where not even a grain of sand has remained averred to its zealous crannies
Y yo
Me digo
“Como e llegado aqui?”
Aferrado de uñas a un pilar
Donde nadie a terminado
De escribir su nombre
Letter and symbols in delirious scribbles that are carved with drunken fingers till they resemble the stump of rock they are clinging to; gasping and gulping water till the salt crystallizes in their veins; and their prophetic, whitened eyeballs see the light till they are peeled off and washed away; what gust of wind, what beating of a wing on the other side of us drives this tempests, this hypernatremia of sorts that swells flesh and bone
Es ponerte a dormir
Donde uno puede respirar
Sin dejarte abrir tu boca
Ni parpadeo alguno
Donde la calma en el ojo se asienta…creo
In feverish shudders of thoughts I’ve yet to find out as I cling to this stubborn, splintering rock if this theory is right; what calm is one to hope for if all is known are wall and water clashing everlasting: red crabs mating in burning columns; carvings that last a million years if any eye lived long to see.
Precipicios En Tus Pestañas
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Lucas D'Allez 
Como Empiezan Las Tormentas (Gefühlsmensch Mist IV)
Gemidos sonoros, amorosos
Escalando tu garganta.
Empiezan en tu estomago
Como el revoloteo
De gaviotas celosas.
Precipicios en tus pestañas
That at night are a wall of darkness where ships find their deathbed; an illusory night where no lighthouse dared be built; granite so shrill in color and texture where no light reflects; an end where the means are slapped to and fro in disorienting rhythms; jagged rocks where not even a grain of sand has remained averred to its zealous crannies
Y yo
Me digo
“Como e llegado aqui?”
Aferrado de uñas a un pilar
Donde nadie a terminado
De escribir su nombre
Letter and symbols in delirious scribbles that are carved with drunken fingers till they resemble the stump of rock they are clinging to; gasping and gulping water till the salt crystallizes in their veins; and their prophetic, whitened eyeballs see the light till they are peeled off and washed away; what gust of wind, what beating of a wing on the other side of us drives this tempests, this hypernatremia of sorts that swells flesh and bone
Es ponerte a dormir
Donde uno puede respirar
Sin dejarte abrir tu boca
Ni parpadeo alguno
Donde la calma en el ojo se asienta…creo
In feverish shudders of thoughts I’ve yet to find out as I cling to this stubborn, splintering rock if this theory is right; what calm is one to hope for if all is known are wall and water clashing everlasting: red crabs mating in burning columns; carvings that last a million years if any eye lived long to see.
Precipicios En Tus Pestañas
2 Comments | tags: Beauty, Dancing, Fact Fiction, Fakt, Fiction, figurative, Hypernatremia, Life, Literature, Mental Travel, náufrago, Personal, Photographic, Poem, Poetry, Salt, Sand, Sea, shipwrecked, writing | posted in Ballet, comments, Drowning, Drunk Dancing, Eyes, Fact Fiction, grains, Holding, Hypernatremia, Lighthouse, Lost, Lovers, Mental Travel, náufrago, Poem, poetry, Precipice, Prose, Salt, Sand, Sea, shipwrecked, Tempest, water, wind