A dead tree.

Uphilll,
Crowning the way
A festering corpse,
Towering through clouds
And murders,
A brand in our land,

Here,
The Carrion Lord lies,
Roots and seeds are his bed,
Empty bones,
Graves undone,
Waste and demise,

Godless,
He lies a sleeping death,
A wonder for those
Who breath and laugh,
A cry of despair
In a whisper that barely,
Just barely,

Escapes through my lips.

How the gods kill.

Nothing tastes, nothing last
Nothing means much
Not now nor yesterday
And perhaps,

The days to come aren't that grand.
Nothing blazes and shines,
Nothing lives, nothing thrives,
For all things come to pass,

And too a silence comes,
A voice broken
In a recipient apathethic
To things unremarkable,

For lost are all things,
And names and colors
Lost in the remembering
Of names undeserving,

Nothing wills the life
Of the carcass, of the skin,
Stone-like eyes,
Were once everything shone

-

[Who made the man so weak?
So fragile to those things that lurk in the mind,
To my dreams of days gone by,
And to a future that, i know, will never come true.


Who made me a liar, a traitor,
Who made me a cold-faced bastard?
Oh, but all things go down,
Washed down in a bottle or two.]

Knightly Knives of the Knave.

I was a knave.

So i grabbed a knive.

And lost my Knightship.

All in one stroke.

Hearthbound.

Slave.

To a saying much too loud,
To a doing, a trying,
That transmutates
Emptyness

Into a wall
Much too high.

And master.

To them all,
Unwanted, unneeded,
But existant all the same,
I'm as real as it gets.

A closed hand,
Never to reach out to them.

I'm but a slave that knows nothing but pain
In a place built to endure,


I'm but a master of self-pitty,
The apathetic spectator


Of the misery you're building
Up into the sky.

[I'm hearthbound to the land where i'll lay in bones and dust. Only death teaches you how to love.]

.-

You're a fake smile

On a cold day.

Drown in the stain of sin.

Pleasure exhumes the pain
The night bursts into flames 
Dance Helena Dance 
If I cut off your arms and 
I cut off your legs would
you still love me anyway?


The Misfits - Helena.

I close the gap to the bridge,

Still hearth of stone,

To the place where omens were told,

Down in the rain of winter's hold...

Should i know where i am?

This nowhere land,

Above deep grass and below grey sky,

Where does it take me,

To earth,

Plains, hills,

Rocklands and wastelands,

Where do i keep my path,

Everwhere,

Where do i find the last place?

Extrañar es.

Todo un problema.

I got no word.

For this splitting apart,
May it be
I'm not used to walk

Must be
The years underground
In caves of frozen suns

I can't define
The way the beating goes away
Till sleeping is all i can do.

This slow decay
Where i stop.

Clap twice.

Inevitable.

La muerte que se vuelve cotidiana,
El periodo de voces secas,
Hambre de mundos que quietos,
No saben girar.

Impredecible.

El susurro que se vuelve gesto,
El temblor del corazon
Y enzañado el sol,
La sombra que te muta

Hasta que queda ahi,

A Dirty Motherfucking God.

Oui, c'est finite.

Me gustaria hablar frances,
Mi tragedia estupida y semanal pareceria interesante.

Protege moi

Caught.

No te sugiero mas que esto:

No dejes de brillar.

No me rompas el corazón así.

Dirty, motherfucking love.

Break that rusted nail.

Please, please.
Break it, tore it,
Spit it, rip it
'till it's all clear

No more nails
In this cross,
No place to mend
Things undone

Please, oh please,
Hide it in your hands
So i can't tell
Where did my hell go.

Dirty, motherfucking whore.

Blackbird flies away.

She stops,
Halts in mid-air
The frozen fly
Of the raven that croaks

Ebon pale,
Calling for something
Gone,
She tores through

Deep into past-time,
Lonely bird,
You break the ribcage
Of the prison that holds you

Forever there,
In a place
Not here,
Out

Somewhere
Withouth walls
Nor sand,
A place within.

You ask me not,
You forget me not,
As though,
Names cannot be lost

In that slumbering pursuit
Of pearl-white air,
Thou came, maiden,
Fair, unspoiled.

Thou left now,
A broken host
to memories best undone,
Of to, gone to,

Places where rivers run amok
While death sleeps
And the moon dreams,
Places out of misery

High in the night-tread of silverspun webs.

I heard the call in your dreams: Please, end this.

Quiet, quiet now.

El arbol se desenmarañaba como un ejercicio de arquitectura alienigena, sus raices oscuras y pululantes embistian con euforia la tierra debil y quebrantada, no habia resistencia posible para la posesion que se permitia. Las aves, que fueran de trino alto y profundo, ahora meditaban, dando pequeños saltos sobre sus ramas con miedo a despertar a quien fuera que durmiese aqui. Inclusive el sol que conquistaba el dia no amedrentaba las ramas mas altas, la fuerte sabana de hojas verdes y salvajes resplandecia contra su luz sin inmutarse ni reprochar su destino. Como una araña que teje sus brazos, él extendia sus brazos queriendo abarcar el mundo entero, entrelazandose con el viento y el humo de la ciudad, ajeno a otros que quisieran desestimarlo o reprocharle, el existia, a pesar de nosotros.


En cambio, el miedo en mi se transformaba en respeto, yo le concedia al gigante de mi patio todo el sueño que necesitara, fuera dia o noche, el podia permanecer ahi mismo, absolutamente quieto, a la espera de alguna hora prometida o un final exhaustante, mientras que yo, vigilaba un poco distraido, con una revista en mano, y haciendo como que no habia nada de raro en todo esto.

Graveflower.

Exquisite,
The purulent beheading that transverses here,
The dying of subtlety
And the overcoming of agony.

Exquisite,
The inhalation of fumes most foul,
Remains best forgotten,
And the ignorants still lay claim,

Exquisite,
The ill-suited answer from your lips,
As though, you know what the blade conceals,
But what will i say, if your lying cannot be denied?

Exquisite,
While bleeding and torn,
It is that you utter no word or response,
No more will you plunge your disdain,

Exquisite,
The minutes of observation,
The stalking of your bones,
And all the innocent ones,

That'll know no moment of peace.

I lay the bones bare and the treason clear,
Death will ever be vigilant.

And to you, this graveflower i'll seed, for you to remember me, while the night creeps in.

Burning our bed.

And the world is on fire,
But fire burns so bright tonight!

''To those afraid of the end of the world.''

Oh my, i'm so tired.

But still i smile
To the sad days gone by,
Pray they'll come again
Otherwise, i'll be all alone.

The Sun collides in my skull.

Like the shade of evergleam
And the hollow heart-tree.

The Sun breaks in my skull

Then, night comes in.

My whole soul lays tired,
From screaming and shouting,
Cursing and lying,
May it be,

It's time to rest.

Comeback.

Hold me,
Tight,
Hands of silk
Drown me hastily

Kiss me hard,
Till i sigh,
Break me
Oh, so softly.

Uneteme,
Hecha pedazos,
Entregame,
Dime las cosas malas
Que a nadie mas dices,

Ahogame,
Como una aguja en la piel,
Desangrame,
Jamas te pedire algo,
Siquiera una sonrisa

Estate quieta,
Humilde,
Sin veneno,
Sonrie, lentamente
Nos observan

Y yo devuelvo el gesto
Con hombros anchos y el pelo una maraña,
Degustame,
Escupe la carne
Que tremula cuelga.

How

how little are you
how mindless
how fragile
how timid
how horrid
how unworthy

of all your dreams
that wane without fire
heatless stars,
uncommited desires
telling of your high and lows,
great things and small things,

how pathetic
how ugly
how cumbersome
how adwark
how pitiful
how lame
how unbearable are you

so irksome,
a stain in my glass,
you give me no rest
no place,
no time to spare,
what do you need,
boy-child,

What do you smile for,
what did you do to get this?
this stone where you stand
how did you climb up here?
without fear of the fall,
how did you make it for so long?

Grace.

A cry for the king who is crowned by worms.

A cry for the wolf who is lost in the rain. 


A cry for the raven who flies a dark fly.


And for those never to be know, 


A tale told by words stillborn.

Esta es la memoria de la arena, de los circulos infinitos, de las tormentas sin nombre, la de soles extintos y renacidos.
Aqui se cuentan todos los cuentos que deberias conocer, por mas olvidados que se encuentren, aqui nacen todas las letras que el tiempo posee. Besa su recuerdo que es futuro, encuentra en este laberinto las fabulas imaginadas que nos ha dado lo divino.

El sol se va callando detras de la colina y con este adormecer se retuercen los grandes vientos, vuelven a coronar con frio y nieve.

Jacques se sonrie, en su cinto aun cuelga la vieja moneda del Rey Sol y en ella encuentra todo el abrigo que necesita. Las suaves pieles que lleva al hombro tan solo son para asustar a sus enemigos, seguramente reconoceran a los salvajes lobos que representan y si esto no inspirara el miedo debido, su espada les recordara que el frio tambien llega con el beso del acero. Por esto no teme, ni aun cuando ve como avanza la oscuridad, deborando todos los campos y todos los cielos, no cuando tiene fuego y fuerza para rechazar todo lo que jure mal, su sueño puro, de largos ronquidos, no se detiene, este tambien avanza y consume, los recuerdos aletargados se despiertan para reencontrarse con quien los necesita y la larga cara de Jacques se ilumina al percibirlos.
¿Encontraremos el dia de mañana esta misma sonrisa?
¿Que hallaremos cuando Jacques se despierte con el amanecer?
Es la conquista de sus dias la que nos interesa, la derrota de la oscuridad imbatible, de las sombras sin forma que a todos pueden abrazar. En ellas se unde él, para salvarnos y salvarse, la hoja que corta la penumbre y busca el alba. Recemos que nuestro guerrero no quiebre su voto ni olvide sus sueños, si el permanece de pie sin arrodillarse ni detenerse, sabremos que podemos, que el fuego se ha hecho para no extinguirse y que el regalo de la luz ya nos ha conquistado, recemos que sea verdad la lucha que luchamos.