CELEBRATION OF ROSES [Intimate Elegy]

... now, that I calmly look at you and I am passing the tips of my fingers
through the sacred holes of your vertebrae,
when I also bring my lips closer to seduce you and resurrect you
and finally know who we are,
Oh, that brutal instant with which oblivion bursts in is assaulting my veins;
... and with this vertigo, while I declare myself and become a man through your solar dunes,
what shadows and what desolation await after the last kisses and the last sand,
what a tremor while I collect living lights and stars through your womb,
and what a gloomy, abysmal and terrible silence I invoke so that you do not hear me fight
against the truth;
... and no, I don't know where to put the murderous hordes,
I don't know where the light is, nor how to forge peace from the pain of the sea,
nor, nor this habit of mine, of celebrating roses and death at the same time.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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