I have unknown depths deep inside:
They scare so much when my cherished beast
rises in the dark and devours me in peace.
(It is always a lovely encounter)
I abandon myself bleeding happily in my sanctuary of shadows,
feeling so comfortable among the thorns, caressing the same
wound that never heals on my altar of weak red roses.
My beast is an inarticulate yesterday blossoming underground,
a box of silence uncaressed where my soul is hidden in pensive
petals.
We long for the jealous sky, we need the bitter sea, we lull the ruins
and the wind - we live in a dolorous labyrinth of love.
Nobody wants to share my eager shades, nobody understands my
battles in hell and in heavens or even my compassionate beast.
My rage, pain and monotony witnessed our crimes today but they
were crimes of passion, crimes of despair.
The victim was this angry light living in love and I still don't know
when I will learn how to cross this dizzying chasm between desire
and forgiveness.
Let me peer down into it again: you are still there.
Karla Bardanza
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