sábado, 5 de julio de 2008

On the pallor of your white skin (sobre la palidez de tu blanca piel)


Let me dream you again,
In the middle of the frozen semidarkness

Embrace me across the haze
Caress my hair with the sweetness of the wind
Allow me to rest in your lap my dead flowers
To put my necrothic lips
On the pallor of your white skin

Allow me to rest in your lap
On the pallor of your white skin
And to remind all the dreams that will not happen
Dream on the lips that I never have to return to kiss
Dream on the passion that never has to turn me to rubbing
I will miss you today and always
Cause a part of me belongs to you
And I want to think that it a little of you belonged to me

Far, very far from me you are

Beyond that any of my dreams,
So nearby as an immortal to the death...

Allow me to rest in your lap
On the pallor of your white skin
Grant It To Me as last desire
Before dying in the oblivion of your longings