De la obscuridad que abraza a nuestra generación: Que esa misma ceguera no radica en lo profundamente negro de nuestros pensamientos (¡que esperanza que así fuera!), si no en la carencia de luz al mirarnos al espejo.
jueves, septiembre 17
lunes, septiembre 14
Mythological Creatures
If I could just vanish this overwhelming sensation,
this thought that fogs my mind. A polycephalous demon
that is eating me inside out.
exhausted of fighting for survival every day
I'm certainly not dying
easily granting him the honor of my bloodstain.
Where is that Cerberus that refuses to show his face to me
but grinds ruthlessly my backbone?
Release my feet from your reticent shackle.
Let me grow apart from your keen tooth
and into the woods of endless reasons
allow my mind to elope while my wounded wings dangle.
(ilustración by William Blake)
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