domingo, 31 de julio de 2011
I wrung my hands under my dark veil...
"Why are you pale,what makes you reckless?"
—Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
I'll never forget.He went out,reeling;
his mouth was twisted,desolate...
I ran downstairs,not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.
And shouted,choking: "I meant it all
in fun.Don't leave me,or I'll die of pain."
He smiled at me —oh so calmly,terribly—
and said:"Why don't you get out of the rain?"
sábado, 23 de julio de 2011
We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on,shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody,and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church,hear prayers,masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.
That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.