Somewhere in inner space stands a doorway. Cross at exactly the thirteenth hour and you may find your own everywhen home, exactly as you like it. This is mine, a woodlands cottage I retreat to when I hanker after my fireside, books, candles and the aroma of food cooked on a real wood stove. It is a real place somewhere on the globe and also above it...
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Poem: thus you imagine us
Nos imaginas asi: virginales y etereas caminando a ti
somos hueso carne saliva sudor
llegamos y te dejamos
algunas con anzuelo has pescado
otras con alma te han robado y dejado naufrago
somos de los mismos ingredientes, hermanas todas
y en tu cara quien sabe ver nos ve en rapida sucesion
se mezclan palabras con aliento a mar, a fuego, a humo, a cinnabar
portamos la llama para ti de toda diosa
entre tus brazos una sola voz
en la noche hemos llorado y portas nuestro llanto
marca mas indelible que la breve felicidad
virgenes lascivas, humedas, fertiles
en tu sangre la marca de nuestro poder y de tu desespero
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