Here we are again,
pale sleepwalkers
consumed by the same flame,
after such a long time prisoners
in this house by the cemetery.
ART INTERPRETATION:
There is a game in a
nude house. A game to
win souls. Skin filled with
blemishes persecutes,
the abyss aspires to be
luminary, through the
stairs of abandoned
dummies... The Angel
prays to the lamp...
please don't fade!
Old girl, you ate my tongue,
my fingers, my hands.
Your trained crows
smashed my eardrums,
gouged out my eyes,
left me goblined*.
“The ferret, it runs, it runs”**,
[:::]
Aquí estamos de nuevo,
pálidos sonámbulos
consumidos por la misma flama,
después de tanto tiempo prisioneros
en esta casa junto al cementerio.
Niña vieja, me comiste la lengua,
los dedos, las manos.
Tus cuervos amaestrados
me destrozaron los tímpanos,
me sacaron los ojos,
me dejaron imbunchado.
“Corre el anillo por un portillo”,