English

 

 LAVENDER

 

When has the light of the lighthouse ever begged for attention,

From the heap of ruins?

Or to be, sometimes or forever, covered

By the broken wing?

You aren’t a throne,

You aren’t a crown…

And not even on the face of a medal!

You aren’t the elixir of life….

And not even a smile that can remain on one’s lips

Forever either.

Unfold your sails and get away from the shore,

From which you thought of its purity

As if it was leprosy.

Your absence

Will not make the towers of the fortress a ruin.

The brambles will not thrive in paradise……

In the place of lavender.

Your absence will only increase

The museums of impairments,

Adding more idols to the shelves!

 

 

 

CONSTITUTION

 

Create for me

In your Constitution an article…

Which makes me a lady exactly there, where my city is.

Which will guarantee me all rights possible

So that the members of my tribe don’t lacerate my wounds!

Otherwise i won’t come back to you!

I won’t come back to be locked up

Against my will in my absence.

I won’t come back to be marked with the whip of the phobia

Or with tongues that only like chewing torture

I won’t return to you!

I won’t come back to dry my fountains from the source…

Rip up my lands.

Devour my hills,

Prevent my tongues from expressing themselves

or protect my punishment from the moss.

I won’t return

I won’t return

If you don’t create a whole article for me

In your constitution

I won’t return.. I won’t return to you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Circus

 

Maybe it’s true! It’s really true!

That which is being woven around me

And like some, in the distance,

representing my loving and grave nature

I wish!

I wish!

And arouse my magic arts

I wish!

Thus, the rabbits “in the circus” of my life become

Ferocious lions

With no fear of the noise of traps

And shackles

Or metaphorically: not even of my whip!

I wish!!