OSCAR poem PORTELA
song in my mouth again. Do not abandon the dreams foretelling
And that prohijaste me and they burnt
For an eternity just as an allegory of the moment.
not leave me now that's rags
views of the verb are shadows that accompany me to
final light hidden melody in
that my hours were lost: do with me again
A beacon of poisons and honey, and meets all the mortal
The pictures have come to me only to crucify
: grant me tombs and resurrections, and soles
Coffin spectral
so loneliness
not devour me and then leave me outside,
of those elements I rose above
Of him that is just a little boy,
able to open his eyes to God in its purest form
Grow as asphodel between the folds of my flesh.
Open to me, I'm not closing the audacity to be the sore
of sense, and let the clairvoyance in which enlightened
The Way of the apostate, the islands Aegean, the body of Theo,
Theo's eyes, in which hides all the honeys
of the Styx, legs and waist that copy
The dangers of the adventure of Odysseus are the last
Exercise to be here serving you, and make the drink Hummingbird
seen me while my hands caress
faded hair from God that I give up:
both mortals only two vases, that seek
Dying love to resurrect this once converted
in wolves and only to serve the moon.
But now give me one more time that poison
In I healed my wounds which to construct images
That only speak your crazy nonsense
Carrera, Oh singing star sapphire night
In Theo's forehead for a second, for a second
His ankles and instep of your feet, for a second
For a second let me disappear in
limpid eyes, let me die in it like the rose that lives for a second
The pitcher that imprisons poséeme
light once again
For transfused and eternal and our bodies spectral
Gotee
oil Eternity, because I love you, Theo-Eternity.
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