MaeveBorch

You who keep the skeleton intact I don't know yet by what miracles, you pretend to be white (God forgive you), you pretend to be chaste (God forgive you), you pretend to be dawn!

I don't trust the paper rose, so many times I made it with my hands. Nor do I trust the other true rose, daughter of the sun and season, the promised one of the wind. Of you that I never made you, of you that never made you, of you I trust, round sure chance.

For half a century poetry was the paradise of the solemn fool. Until I came and I settled down with my roller coaster. Come up, if you like. Of course I don't answer if they come down Bleeding out of mouth and nose.

¿What should I take with me? Will I leave nothing behind on earth? How shall my heart act? Are we in vain come to live, to sprout upon the earth? Let's leave at least flowers Let's leave at least songs

As I am a queen and was a beggar, I now live in pure tremor that you will leave me, and I ask you, pale, every hour: “Are you still with me? Oh, don't go away! I would like to make the marches smiling and trusting now that you have come; but even in sleep I am afraid and I ask between dreams: "Have you not gone??»

I still have almost all my teeth almost all my hair and very little gray hair I can make and unmake love climb a ladder in pairs and run forty yards behind the bus.

You deserve a crown; You're the queen of my heart; You're the queen of my kingdom.

Some think I have over-celebrated the mysteries of the body, the skin and its fruity aroma.

Then always remember what I wrote one day thinking of you as I think now.

You can't go back because life is already pushing you like an endless howl.

Know that God is hidden between the sweaty sheets consecrating your menstrual blood raising the chalice of your belly.

For a look, a world, for a smile, a sky, for a kiss. I don't know what I'd give you for a kiss!

Close my eyes can the last Shadow that will take me the white day, And can unleash this soul of mine Hour, to its anxious aim flattering

I am no longer me forever, and you will no longer be to me as you are. You're gone in a future day I won't know where you live with who or if you remember.

No more no no we won't live together I won't raise your child I won't sew your clothes I won't have you at night I won't kiss you when I leave you'll never know who I was why others loved me

I want the night to be without eyes and my heart without the flower of gold. Let the oxen talk to the big leaves and let the worm die of shade.

In my hands I lift a storm of stones, lightning and shrill axes thirsty for catastrophe and hungry.