Este domingo triste pienso en ti dulcemente
y mi vieja mentira de olvido, ya no miente.

La soledad, a veces, es peor castigo...
Pero, ¡qué alegre todo, si estuvieras conmigo!

Entonces no querría mirar las nubes grises,
formando extraños mapas de imposibles países;
y el monótono ruido del agua no sería
el motivo secreto de mi melancolía.

Este domingo triste nace de algo que es mío,
que quizás es tu ausencia y quizás es mi hastío,
mientras corren las aguas por la calle en declive
y el corazón se muere de un ensueño que vive.

La tarde pide un poco de sol, como un mendigo,
y acaso hubiera sol si estuvieras conmigo;
y tendría la tarde, fragantemente muda,
el ingenuo impudor de una niña desnuda.

Si estuvieras conmigo, amor que no volviste,
¡qué alegre me sería este domingo triste!

Te doy mi alma desnuda,
Como estatua a la cual ningún cendal escuda.

      Desnuda con el puro impudor
De un fruto, de una estrella o una flor;

De todas esas cosas que tienen la infinita
Serenidad de Eva antes de ser maldita.

      De todas esas cosas,
      Frutos, astros y rosas,

Que no sienten vergüenza del **** sin celajes
Y a quienes nadie osara fabricarles ropajes.

¡Sin velos, como el cuerpo de una diosa serena
Que tuviera una intensa blancura de azucena!

¡Desnuda, y toda abierta de par en par
Por el ansia del amar!

Es un agreste valle, cerca del mar Euxino.
Sobre un azul remanso tiende un laurel sus frondas.
La Ninfa, asida a un gajo, se inclina hacia las ondas,
Y el pie moja en el agua del raudal cristalino.

Sus compañeras, rápidas, en impudor divino
En la corriente se hunden, y aparecen, redondas
Formas en las espumas, y cabelleras blondas,
Un muslo, níveos brazos, o un seno alabastrino.

Alegría divina del bosque se levanta.
Iluminan la sombra dos ojos encendidos.
¡El Sátiro que llega!... Su risa las espanta;

Y huyen… De azul crepúsculo bajo radiante velo...
Así, cuando se oyen de un cuervo los graznidos,
Los Cisnes del Caístro tienden el raudo vuelo.

And all the Rainbows on my bed
with their colorful tunes full of laughter
and those gateway suns of her's
Couldn t wipe out
The shadows that lay in my head

All the italian spring on my time
pools of rain and pain for fools that make her laugh and cry
were for both of us
but the premices of our dawn
and the silver worth losing
Down the golden road

oh smile at my window
Reflects swearing up the block
Of stolen nights, in mindless chimes
Purple evenings, with your face in my haze
My smokes before my eyes
Hid that tenderness under my threadbare hands
that couldn t give and wait, weep and break
boy, don t you dare asking what you never gave
Tell me sweet faced girl, which step did i miss, on the staircase of your love

(the sound of footsteps in my memory.
wipe the dust of memories off your shoes!
...silence at my doorstep...)




They locked smile into smile
And time ran the soft chain around their wrists
them that could not stir a single sigh from past
and who with clenched teeth looked back in wonder
palms aimless, aimlessly reaching for the sun that never falls, but neither stays
On bitter pillows they laid each night,
From prayer to blasphemy they racked

And painted blue eyes black,
For the requiem

Parchment throats that breath but to burn
Glitter eyes under the makeup of lies
Alcohol hands rising through their mightlessness
And sweet, sweet heart that cries but no one...

O girls of the west, your windy laughter
Is it made for the leaves of my youth?
Do you remember her when you remind me of her face?
blended though pure, serene traits of whoredom cavalcade your dances
The fall in its glory, throw myself golden limp
On velvet flesh billowing, clawed, teeth gnawed, throw myself broken beast rampaging
wrecking and wracking through your hours of shadiness, through your shades of impudor...

Gorgeous...

Fling your tongue, snake in tasty waters
Pierce my heart, bass drum to your beat
Red harbour of my lust, scorned love
for scared trials, and scared fingers
Red harbour of my lust, oooh
The time is drawing close
can t you feel when the night pursues
That sometimes when the light is right
And it agrees w the dark, the dark w the shade, and the shade w the sound and the sound w the blood
and the blood w the fruit
and the fruit w the seed
and the seed w the brain
and the mind w it
and the mind w the pride
and the pride w the strength
and the strength w the taste
anf the taste w the girl
and the girl w the night
if the night pursues, when all and all agree together, the night pursues alone
Can t you feel then. You are a god.

"Gorgeous, I am a god"
"But are you mine?" shimmer smirk, that me eye caught. -Shall I get closer-arm to waist, close...closer
Mocking pout, disavowing tighs,
her eyes fell inside for the beat
Catch it back that twinkle in the air boy
Closer...
I got your eyes back gorgeous.
Questions lash
"I am a god"
kindling sigh
Sugar sigh
Surrender sigh

Gorgeous...
Thats when the whip comes in,
"I am a god" thinkst thou no more
Thats when the whip comes in, and wait for the great fleet to anchor... "anchor..." said she,
Red harbour of my lust...
in the ****** of your charms I stole my deity, silver goddess you re truly, get back, get back on your knee
Plead and plead, ablaze beat
Tide to tide, swirling heat
Burn for burns, licking seat
My's in my's... amor's bead
Rolling tenderly down her back

Gorgeous...
where shall I stop?
And where should I?

Lost to be found, every little girl want to be
Broken to be one, every little girl want to be
Yours to be her, every lil girl want to be