ARE THE EYES !?

 

... LIKE ONE DARK ABYSS FULL OF WATER !?

 

ARE THEY !?

.

...WHERE WE NEVER WOULD LOST AGAIN !?

I JUST NEED SECONDS FOR FALL

AND AWAKE WITH A SLIGHT HIT OF THE HEAD

¡¡AUGEN!!

..Y la mirada caía hacia sus pies..

Ya no miran hacia atrás!!

...Donde al final inmóbiles y silenciosas, solo debe de haber

"Estatuas de Sal"


SO THE TEMPEST WAS BORNING

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN

EN UN MAR DE REFLEXIONES DEL "Alma Encerrada...

Mantenerlas" Contenerlas se vuelve...

LA MAYOR DE LAS"ODISEAS"

ROPE AND WOOD FOR CONTAIN THE ULISES WEAKNESS

THE WAVES SOUND FAR AWAY...

AND WHO HANDLE NEXT THE TIDES !?

.

THEY WANT TO BRAKE ON THE SHORE

ONE AND ONCE AGAIN.

AND THE WAVES SOUND FAR SO FAR..

..SO FAR AWAY!

LOOK UP TO THE STARS SAILOR!

CAUSE DOWN YOURS FEET THE SEA DESIRE DRAG YOU INSIDE THE MARSH

...A FOG ARE UNDER THE SEA...

THE FOG ARE DEEP SO DEEP.

.

....DEEP THROUGH THE SKIN I FEEL THE FEAR.

 

DRAWING EACH OF ITS LETTERS

WITH THE COLD OF MY HEART-BEATS.

SO COULD YOU ..

HEAR THE SEA-MAID CALL!?

.

SO..

MUST..

..IN THE COURSE OF THESE..

SHOULD.

JUST CAN YOU SEE!?

DYE THE HANDS UNDER THOSE BRAVE TIDES

BRAVE SQUALL SO

THE WATER IS TRAING TO ASCEND OVER THE SHIP

THE TENSION OF THE STRINGS DO NOT CEASE

THEY ARE CACHING THE ARM IN THE BACK!

.

FIGTHING WITH FORCE AND WITH..

...CONTAINING THE WEAKNESS.

AND SILENCING THE MELODY OF THE MERMAID.

"STAINED' HANDS" DEEP HIDDED , DOWN THE SKIN.

.

WITH THE BOUNDS OF THE ROPES AND HELM

.

THE OCEAN BECAMES IN A VORACEUS PIT OF HELL.

 

SO..

UNDER THIS TIDES,

SHOULD DROWN THE WEAKNESS 

.

BEFORE DIE...

THE HANDS STAINED OF BLOOD

.

CAUSE THE "SWORD" IS  IN DEEP BLOSSOM OF THORNS 

CLINGING TO THE ACHE AND PAIN.

THE SEA IS NOT ALLOWED TO  SPEAK

.

SO..I BARELY COULD HEAR

.

IN WHISPERS AND WISTLES

.

IN A HATE AND FURIOUS OCEANIC-BREATH

THE CLOSEST WORDS OF MY NAME.

IN EVERY TIME THAT THE WATER

BREAKS AGAINST THE BOAT-WOOD.

FROM THE STERN TO THE STARBOARD..

 

..FROM THE BOW TO THE GUNWALE

.

THE HULL OF THE BOAT IS BANKRUPTCY AND SHUDDERING

.

IN EACH ONSLAUGHT OF THE WAVES.

EMBRASING BY THE FEAR

IT REMAINS OVER EACH INCH OF MY SKIN

.

LOST THE BALANCE

.

LEFT IT FALL..

WITHOUT FORCE ALONG THE BODY ON THE BACK.

THE HAND TRAPPED AND CHAINED

THE ELBOW AT THE SIDE.

.

FINGERS, ELBOW, HAND AND ARMS SHOULD-THEIRS...

.

DRAWING ON THE BACK

THE FIRST LETTER OF ONE PENITENT 

..That fall and die.

-REACHED AND FLOODED-

FEEL DYING WHEN THE WATER IS FRONT MY EYES

.

COLD MIRROR LOOKING AT ME

STARING THE WATER IS DRAGGING TOWARD THE DEPTH

.

ARMS MELTED WITH THE SEA

WITHOUT SCAPE OR RESTRAINT.

AND BY THIS WAY

CAME THE END.

THE LIGHT SLOWLY DROWED IN THE DARKNESS


HAN CAMBIADO TANTO LOS PAISAJES EN TAN POCO TIEMPO

...QUE YA APENAS RECUERDO QUE HABÍA ANTES EN ESTE LUGAR.

 

RECUERDOS PERDIDOS

..LENTA..LENTAMENTE BORRADOS POR EL TIEMPO Y EL MAR.

NAVEGANDO POR LOS RECUERDOS QUE APENAS RECUERDO

... UNA CAMINANTE & NAVEGANTE MÁS EN LAS TIERRAS Y LOS MARES  DE "NUNCA JAMÁS"

 

PATRICIA GÓMEZ DOCAMPO (DIANA)

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