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