Si tú eres mi enemigo
Rolando Alárcon
If You Are My Enemy
The dungeon has an ancient magic, but ours is much older. Only it can save us.
If you are my enemy
the house will be closed,
high wall of silence
at the doors and windows.
If you come bending to death
my friends will cross you
with the rose's staff
grown alongside me.
If I'm asleep in my house someone takes care of the orange tree. They don't want to know the face or the lightning of the arm of the one who watches over in my house when I work in my dreams. It has millions of faces, the lightning has years.
My house seems like nothing
from the outside.
The courtyard silently rises
through the fig trees.
The shadows carry a cricket
like a weapon,
from the fig tree itself
they carry their burden.
If you feel like my enemy it's better that you go far away with your madness fire. Pure staff roses, old friend violets stalk you from the winds.
No one has been able to burn me
no matter how hard they try. The wind extinguishes the flames
before they turn into a fire.
And if one day I were to fall
because of those things that happen
what I name will remain standing,
the house outlives me.
