sábado, 24 de abril de 2021

ALL I ENVY

 The dream had been a spasm

Created in your naked sleep

It had enlightened the mind with amazement

Drew on the raw linen

The face of desire

All I envy

For I am loneliness in the middle of the wilderness

Lips moving in love rhymes

They left in the night at the end of their night

Shaking hands entwined in your modesty.



Jorge d'Alte

PAIN

The pain was there bouncing!
She stuck there, stuck there
Her smile was breathtaking.
She had found an address right there
in the heart made in pieces
How good is this taste!
Sipping pus into simple loaves
and deeper and deeper, shredding
O delights never found!
Cry out for sadness your friend
Flame for longing embraced
They come together like this for a fight
Each one tries without mercy to win
Sadness casts a tear now
Longing insinuates to throb
But the pain laughs at them and at the time
Throw another spike and stick


Now it's the soul that feels and groans
And right-handed sadness throws its punch
Trying to put yourself in front of the helm
Longing retaliates with distance
Now the anguish was called
But the pain ultimately
no longer prick, it is inflamed wound
Infecting the blood with more pain
Gnawing on crazy desire and emotion
Breaking the streak of love once and for all
Leaving a soulless and heartless being.




Jorge d'Alte

DREAMS

Today was a day of dreams
I dreamed like I never dreamed
I threw away those sad days
And I drew your face with my smile.
I was taken to these full moon skies
At the tip of my lucky star
And I found you stuck in that web
Where sadness swelled like a north wind.
I heard the sound of your tears falling
Like stinging strings playing
I took your soul with love smiling
And I spelled love on a low heat
Then the clouds came and took me
In a flutter in abundant desire.
I found you on those lips that kissed me
Sweet fatigue that I share with you
Sweaty skins like the dew of dawn
They cracked in that feeling of sharp claws
pronouncing on the devoured flesh
that love and passion can be dreamed of.






Jorge d'Alte