carry out dark rituals
nobody understands anymore.
ART INTERPRETATION:
the captain of the dead is
showing the way, his
head-cannonball can not
leaves this world,
chained to the tough
muzzle. The ship is
sailing to the lost Eden,
where the shadows are
killing the sun for the
illusive love.
The old crow at the top of the tree
turns his head like a clockwork owl
and looks straight into your eyes.
Then we wake up:
you drenched
all-over;
I dried out
like a pirate’s skeleton
hanging from the main-mast
a breezeless afternoon
on the coast of Namibia.
[:;]
cumplen oscuros rituales
que ya nadie comprende.
El viejo cuervo en la copa del árbol
gira la cabeza como una lechuza mecánica
y te mira directo a los ojos.
Entonces despertamos:
tú empapada
por los cuatro costados;
yo reseco
como el esqueleto de un pirata
colgando del palo mayor
una tarde sin brisa
en la costa de Namibia.