Alone

Intimate Stalking

Alone
I feel my luck
on my temples
pierced with tumbles,
torn apart
no emotional hygiene

Alone
I’m bleeding
into
reversing the sap
that my soul rejects
helping death

Alone
my days cooperate
working together
consistent, different
they offer dark murmurs
of cataphoric specie

Alone
before the decadent sunset
I foresee the full moon
of ever-changing phase
that testifies immutable
my following step, transposed, yearning

Solo

Íntimo Acecho

Solo
siento mi suerte
en mis sienes
perforada de tumbos,
desgarrada
sin emocional higiene

Solo
me desangro
hacia adentro
revirtiendo la savia
que mi alma rechaza
ayudando a la muerte

Solo
cooperan mis días
obrando conjuntos
consecuentes, diferentes
ofrecen murmullos oscuros
de catafórica especie

Solo
ante el ocaso decadente
avisto la llena Luna
de cambiante fase
que atestigua inmutable
mi paso postrero, traspuesto, anhelante

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Painting is silent poetry, Poetry is blind painting - Leonardo da Vinci

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Esteban Giancaterino

Esteban Giancaterino

Painting is silent poetry, Poetry is blind painting - Leonardo da Vinci

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