I
I never saw a mountain move
by the pure grace of love,
But by desire, I saw a continent
dragged to the tip of the sun.
I saw the sea raising its current,
trying to ****** some star,
like the blood in your stream,
while someone else made love to you.
And I lost the will to live,
and the desire to die
chained to your altar.
And the hummingbird
he put on your lips,
it splattered you of freedom,
but in its hum you found a prision
for two pigeons with no course,
for the canary I left in your hand.
and it was not from love, it was of pure desire
that you opened your mouth and closed your fist.
And I lost the desire to die,
and the will to live
Chained to your altar,
As if there was no other God!
That I could worship
As if there was no other God!
To which I could kneel
As if there was no other God!
II
All these men on the pedestal,
and if each one is given a cross,
How many gods will we praise?
How many won't be dead Christs ?
How many won't be stained sheets?
How many, on Easter Sunday
will not even face God? Goodbye.
I opened my mouth and I created you a universe,
I showed you the tiger and the dove,
I planted on your chest an ivy and a rose,
I watered you of morning and sun,
and still, you preferred to go down to hell,
with the loneliness, the bone and the shadow
a snake and a red moon
For his tired eyes,
for his bitter smile,
for his brown hair,
and hands that had never touched you,
and a horseman that won't ride you,
a street on which you never cried before,
and any other meridian time.
For some other Adam
that galloped away
from a paradise he did not find in your summer,
a string of few beads
that is embedded in the ground where I bloomed,
where a tree of blood and prayer grows,
that in each fruit bears my flesh
and the seed of another God.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
I
I never saw a mountain move
by the pure grace of love,
But by desire, I saw a continent
dragged to the tip of the sun.
I saw the sea raising its current,
trying to ****** some star,
like the blood in your stream,
while someone else made love to you.
And I lost the will to live,
and the desire to die
chained to your altar.
And the hummingbird
he put on your lips,
it splattered you of freedom,
but in its hum you found a prision
for two pigeons with no course,
for the canary I left in your hand.
and it was not from love, it was of pure desire
that you opened your mouth and closed your fist.
And I lost the desire to die,
and the will to live
Chained to your altar,
As if there was no other God!
That I could worship
As if there was no other God!
To which I could kneel
As if there was no other God!
II
All these men on the pedestal,
and if each one is given a cross,
How many gods will we praise?
How many won't be dead Christs ?
How many won't be stained sheets?
How many, on Easter Sunday
will not even face God? Goodbye.
I opened my mouth and I created you a universe,
I showed you the tiger and the dove,
I planted on your chest an ivy and a rose,
I watered you of morning and sun,
and still, you preferred to go down to hell,
with the loneliness, the bone and the shadow
a snake and a red moon
For his tired eyes,
for his bitter smile,
for his brown hair,
and hands that had never touched you,
and a horseman that won't ride you,
a street on which you never cried before,
and any other meridian time.
For some other Adam
that galloped away
from a paradise he did not find in your summer,
a string of few beads
that is embedded in the ground where I bloomed,
where a tree of blood and prayer grows,
that in each fruit bears my flesh
and the seed of another God.
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