agonia espanol v3 |
Agonia.Net | Reglas | Mission | Contacto | Regístrate | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Artículo Comunidades Concurso Ensayo Multimedia Personales Poemas Presa Prosa _QUOTE Guión Especial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
agonia ![]()
■ Tierra baldía ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contacto |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-09 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english] | Inscrito en la biblioteca por x
How the elements solidify! ---
The moonlight, that chalk cliff In whose rift we lie Back to back. I here an owl cry From its cold indigo. Intolerable vowels enter my heart. The child in the white crib revolves and sighs, Opens its mouth now, demanding. His little face is carved in pained, red wood. Then there are the stars - ineradicable, hard. One touch : it burns and sickens. I cannot see your eyes. Where apple bloom ices the night I walk in a ring, A groove of old faults, deep and bitter. Love cannot come here. A black gap discloses itself. On the opposite lip A small white soul is waving, a small white maggot. My limbs, also, have left me. Who has dismembered us? The dark is melting. We touch like cripples.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La casa de la literatura | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproducción de cualquier texto que pertenece al portal sin nuestro permiso està estrictamente prohibida.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Política de publicación et confidencialidad