When Dark Doves Fly

Ella y Yo
 
Su rostro pálido, frío,
Sus ojos de color gris,
Sus labios pintados de carmín,
Pero sabía que no me besaría.
 
“No, todavía no” ella susurro.
 
En un corsé negro con vestido largo
Su capa cubría su cuerpo,
En su presencia sentía el cielo
Y el infierno.
 
Pero yo anhelaba su beso,
Su abrazo,
Quería saber lo del mas allá,
Pero entre la bala y pastillas
Ella lo dijo otra vez,
“No, todavía no”.
    
Mi corazón palpitaba con fuerza y fuego,
El amor que encontré era prohibido,
Porque en sus ojos vi la verdad.
 
“Como Moisés en la montaña” dijo suavemente,
Con un acaricio de sus dedos delgados.
 
Recogió su guadaña  
Y sin mirar atrás,
Susurro una última vez más “Todavía no”
Y cerró la puerta.
 
 
Her and I
 
Her pale face, cold
Her eyes grey in color,
Her lips were painted in carmine,
But I knew she would not kiss me.
 
“No, not yet” she whispered.
 
In a black corset with a long dress,
Her cloak covered her body,
In her presence I could feel heaven
And hell.
 
Yet I longed for her kiss,
Her embrace,
I wanted to know what about the beyond,
But between the bullet and pills
She said it again,
“No, not yet.”
 
My heart beat with strength and fire,
The love I found was forbidden,
Because in her eyes I saw the truth.
 
“Like Moses in the mountain” she said softly,
With a caress from her slender fingers.
 
She picked up her scythe,
Without looking back
She whispered one last time “Not yet”
And closed the door.
 
 
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(the death of the poet)  
An Ode to Federico Garcia Lorca  
 
 
The glints on mountains speak no words,  
I beg that August sun not rise  
The dust of broken trees and death.  
 
The moon, odd shape of poet’s mouth,  
Dark child, that sings his marching songs  
And holds the wounds of passing light.  
 
The sands, that held the gypsy dance,  
Hold music of the coming dead,  
A sleep remaining undisturbed.  
 
Head bowed to crossed-winged vulture skies,  
From vigil fields of brown stained earth, 
I beg that August sun not rise.          
         
         
(Federico García Lorca was murdered by Franco’s nationalists on August 18, 1936).        
           
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