The Nocturnal Curse
We will meet again
Like thousand times before
Beauty and her ugly beast .
Mincing morning smile ,
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation
Running away from the spears of direct feelings ,
Rambling in the emptiness of the day hours , till it get dizzy
And pour its torturing , merciful departure on our heads .
Destroyed .. I come back
Like thousand times before
To sink in my heavy darkness ;
In mud ; like overwintering frogs ,
And see you in your incredible haze ,
Blasting , get higher gaily , out of the impossible limits of reason
Till your eyes trammel in my eyes for a time
Like thousand times before ,
And question passes in your mind ,
And your lips murmurs in baffler common-sensical
A very very far answer .
O my flower .. my beauty curse
If you could only know what pain inside this mud ,
If you could only understand its heavy bearing and weakness
If you saw your hands is fog ,
Your heart is fog ,
Your soul is fog .
If you saw the night in your eyes a gate of a crushed city by thousand armies ,
And saw your little heart in the fallen streets distributed on the horses shoes and
hawks beaks ;
You would cry .. as I surely did .
And fail .. like thousand times I failed
To hang with a tiny , tiny smile ..
In the meeting time .
And leave .. like thousand times I left ,
Without your heart trembling and ask you to stay .
And ramble .. Like thousand times I rambled , from the capture of the words ,
In our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation
To dream of sleeping on my hands .
O my beauty .. we will meet again
Like thousand times .. we will meet again ;
Beauty and her ugly beast .
Mincing morning smile
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation ..
Running away from the spears of direct feelings ;
As a curse brought your heart down ,
From its incredible haze .
As a curse brought my heart up ,
From its heavy mud .
As a curse wondering every night by the evening
Collecting the hearts from the horses shoes and hawks beaks ,
And give them .. some soul .
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