Bendecida
Bunbury
Blessed
if the first glance is the one that counts
- this is already taught by mothers -
I will regain my sanity
towards a common grave sewn with questions.
sour is the taste of the night in abandonment.
it will be the day when the return begins.
my memory bothers me,
my senses distract and deceive me.
in the waters of certainty
we made the promise of the waters of Pokara,
"and the perfume emanating from sex
will merge into a new cry".
I have never trusted very thin lips,
I flee from them like a fugitive.
and you tame the waves
that break against my veins, purify the air.
in the waters of certainty
we made the promise of the waters of Pokara,
"and the perfume emanating from sex
will merge into a new cry".
from the embers of a constellation
to the perishable world,
blessed was the cause of my fortune.
and from the lost land of childhood
to the perishable world,
blessed was the cause of my fortune.
something they have not allowed me
and that I now seek among your bones,
something that from so far away
I thought was not,
I thought was not my style.
when you abandon your dream
you will know you have died
and the worms are always hungry.
the East does not believe in the sarcasm
that once ruled us,
I am the tamed lion.
