...over the elusive object of my desire.
Like the trail of your shadow through my fingers,
unreal and lonesome
after having caressed your hair.
ART INTERPRETATION:
the monster of sleep is
giving a birth, out of its
teeth, to the anthillcemetery for the
butterfly of souls.
Like dark sentinels
watching the borders of Hell.
Like in every nightmare,
the discreet custodians of your secret:
the unchanging crows.
[:.:,]
...sobre el esquivo objeto de mi deseo.
Como el rastro de tu sombra entre mis dedos,
irreales y solitarios
después de haber acariciado tu cabello.
Como oscuros centinelas
vigilando las fronteras del Infierno.
Como en toda pesadilla,
los discretos custodios de tu secreto:
los invariables 7VW'f