flirting with you

Love of my guts, long live death,

in vain I wait for your written word

and I think, with the flower that withers,

that if I live without me I want to lose you.

The air is immortal. The inert stone

neither knows the shadow nor avoids it.

Inner heart don't need

the frozen honey that the moon pours.

But I suffered you. I tore my veins

tiger and dove, on your waist

in a duel of bites and lilies.

So fill my madness with words

or let me live in my serene

forever dark soul night

 

Lorca

 

Done