Pain by Hands of Crimson (deviantart)
and reenter the game once again.
Pain by Hands of Crimson (deviantart)
and reenter the game once again.
Si fuera posible besar por una era
una década, el cuarto de hora
perderse en la locura del olvido,
en la reencarnación del presente,
si nuestra mano alcanzara el centro
donde todo esta quieto, y el resto
gira sobre su eje, ahí hundidos
lejos de la aniquilación del tiempo.
Si un beso
como sol total
nos rescatara de esta confusión
los labios tibios de la convicción
el amor húmedo de la trascendencia
el gemido eufórico de una revolución
El beso que lo cambió todo.
Los ojos vendados con párpados
un oscuro silencio apasionado
y secos, labios malentendidos
se parten para el contacto físico
con la nada
con lo que no vive ni muere
con el vacío que nos sostiene.
His gaze was dismal. His face pale and furrowed by his old skin. And those eyes… almost inert yet burning with sadness as if they were looking straight into empty meaninglessness. What happened to him? Had he found irrevocable proof that the universe has no purpose, had he understood the absolute nonsense of existence? His face was like an ancient ape, the first animal in the history of the universe to become aware of mortality – the original simian that understood:
” I AM
but I must die one day”
Oh poor old man!
Those eyes scanning the infinite indifference of the civilized world. Somewhere in the glimmering of his left eye I read his thoughts.
They were thoughts of a hopeful pessimist:
My life in shadows.
My life in this modern world
Splendid technological forms unfurled
Nobody knows the monster that’s been created
But who will listen to my voice recluse and alienated
If only we could invent a new auspicious religion
To bury our fears and escape ever-lasting oblivion
The old man stood up and got off the bus and sat by a tree. And then we rode off into other streets, other corners.
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