AUGUSTA LEIGH - 1

LEMONIA => BRIEF CHRONICLES




They were cut off by snow in that abbey,
Half-brother with half-sister, secret lust,
The furniture old fashion, warn and shabby,
"To bed", he says, and she follows fast.

"It's fucking cold tonight, little sister,
Perhaps we'll have another snow storm,
We could be stranded here until Easter,
Let's sleep together so we can keep warm."

"To sleep together, boy, I don’t mind,
We'll blame it on bad weather or bad luck,
You say that you're cold but what's behind,
Is that you want with me to have a fuck."

"So, would it be so bad this consummation?
We are in love and that's what really counts,
Is there a fault in us or in Creation?
Let's fuck towards correcting those accounts!"

"We are in love, but we agreed: no scruing,
I don’t know what I must, or what is due,
It is not fair to me this thing you're doing,
You know that I want it more than you!"

They stand beside the bed, they look each other,
The fire place lit, the wood still cracks,
All courage that is left in them they gather,
And they begin those haunted abbey fucks.

I wish I had a sister like Augusta,
To fuck her when she wants and when I want,
I like it, mi piace e me gusta,
To make even stranger this kin bond.

To know me by accepting all my vices,
Never would I depart for Messologi,
Me and her left to our own devises,
I would accept my nights steamy and foggy.