#40. TERRANOVA

 

In the vastness of the ocean without a threshold,

The lonely captain sails in the blindest gloom,

Under a haunting sky that is silent,

While the sirens whisper their sad song.

The moon, absent from her heavenly throne,

Leaves the old cabin boy sailing by ear,

The demoniac Wrechouse becomes her sole crewman,

Amid the endless vastness of the sky clinging to the sea.

Dahud, cruel princess, sings claiming the captain's soul.

"Bastian, Bastian, your soul in the sea breeze,

Sail in the darkness, in the divine tide,

Leap with the wind, dance in eternity,

Your bones are the waves, in this dance without end."

#39. THE PAINTER

 

His canvas remains blank,

Covered by the fog of inanity.  

His painting is an enigma,

Without form or color,

Because he does not know what to paint,

If the reality he feels,

The one he sees or the one he is.  

The dust settles on the canvas,

That pale memory,

Of the works he could never paint.  

But he keeps searching,

Without rest,

For the inspiration that will allow him

To reveal the truth

Of his blackened existence.  

In a dream, he sees.

#37. BLACK CURTAIN

 

The rain falls like a heavy black curtain,

Darkening the sky and the ground wide open.

Nothing is visible.

The stagehands take the opportunity to change the scenery.

Their deft footsteps echo on the wet sidewalk,

Things that are no longer useful are swept away by the current.

Dialogues without an addressee, heroes lost in the previous scene,

All is lost under the wet script, in its confusing letters.

The audience is in the dark,

Perhaps it always has been,

But it is the rain that falls like a heavy black curtain.

#36. LOTOPHAGES

 

The breeze of understanding returns me to windward,

A subtle oblivion that does not let me move forward,

Leaving behind a waning nostalgia,

A desperate captain, a dull gaze,

deceived by the upside down wind.

Little Sirte, a port without end,

A voyage already aimless,

A deck without memory,

Stranded in the land of the lotophages.

#35. NEW GAME

 

The end of a game, the beginning of a new game.

New cards are dealt, some are not marked.

Dark kings seep into the soul,

But, this time, they bring a melody of rebirth and faith.

Outside, the dark night of Shevat, the first snowfall sets in,

And with it, the promise of endless rebirth,

Though doubt still floats in the cold wind,

It is the poet's challenge, to find hope in his five letters.

And while darkness covers the sky,

Uncertainty looms behind the bad gambler,

It is the dreamer's heart that guides us to win this hand.

#34. FOLLY

 

Taciturn firefly, under the gray quilt of the firmament,

Alone on her journey, with no moon or stars to guide her.

With vain longing, and more sorrow than joy,

She stirs reasons to exist,

Even in the midst of blind darkness,

The fog is thicker than night.

The firefly would turn, but she has already forgotten her home,

Grief envelops it, like a vision in mourning.

The light abandons it, and with it all its folly.

#33. YOU!

 

My memory, a sad shadow dwelling in your Gehenna,

Slips into drowsiness.

Life, a gift borrowed again and again,

That is never enough. Not for you.

The present, a song out of tune,

A sad melody,

A feeling of absence,

A heart ignored.

You.

#32. RAMBLER

 

Time, a drunken walker,

Doesn't know what it says, doesn't remember what it does.

Time does not know how to walk in a straight line,

It steals our youth and years.

Yet, when we realize it,

Love makes time seem like nothing.

#31. STATION

 

The wet grit of the watch slips through my fingers,

An exhausting, chaotic choreography.

The stations fill and empty,

With soulless trains, in a trance.

The pendulum of time swings up and down.

Listen, their chant remains the same,

Its music is an unresolved melody,

Of what has been and what became.

#29. CHRYSANTHEMUM

 

In the thick darkness, your spirits shrink,

Like a chrysanthemum that withers and makes you weep.

Without a moral astrolabe, your steps are lost in madness.

A shadow rises before you, like a petrified statue,

Your heart beats with fear, seized by a sudden memory.

#28. KNIGHT

 

In the twilight of your wounds, your smile hides your sorrow.

Your lost gaze searches for a secret porthole,

Waiting for a dazzling rider, who never arrives.

Only a shadowy embrace,

Bony hands laid forever,

On your stiff shoulders.

#27. BLIND

 

Life, an invisible burden,

In the heartbeat of the blind mendicant.

Time, a somersault into the abyss,

A brawl to survive despair.

The now, a wavering flame,

In the darkest eve of the soul.

#26. ETERNITY

 

My soul, storm in a vessel

In the body of a foolish dreamer,

Screams for weariness, craves for provocation,

Its only mission is a life with you.

Under the shadow of the heartbeat that moves away,

It runs towards the void of eternity,

Where lips in a kiss mingle,

And we mingle in a long goodbye.

#25. FAMINE

 

Passion intertwines with pain,

In a dance of desire and anguish.

Life is an eternal famine,

An incessant question that won't let you die.

Love, a flame in the soul,

That consumes and enlivens the heart,

An obsession with eternity,

A cyclical and incurable madness.

(*) Intertwine: Entrlazar.

(*) Famine: Hambruna.

(*) Enliven: Animar, dar vida algo/alguien.

#24. CREEP IN

 

The light of the sunset grows cloudy,

And the voices of the past echo.

Memories parade in the twilight,

Like shadows among the fallen leaves.

Sweet melancholy assails,

Like a tide of bitterness that creeps in.

Sorrow, a sad song that is silenced,

At the end of the long journey of the one who never traveled.

(*) Assail: Asaltar, acometer

(*) Sorrow: Dolor, pesar

(*) Creep in: Entrar en puntillas 

#23. FAREWELL

 

The calendar thins to a single sheet,

Timid farewell,

Haunted dreams escaped,

In the hope of catching a new naive.

I am left with an awakening, a song without notes,

Lyric of the devastated heart.

(*) Thin (v): Adelgazar

(*) Naive: Ingenuo

#22. St. NICHOLAS

 

St. Nicholas disguises himself in a veil of tar,

Darkening the childish fantasy, my Christmas shrinks,

Its gloom black as nothingness invades my mind,

The feeling of anguish, a whirlwind that suffocates me,

And drags me down to the bottom, where there is no Christmas.

(*) Tar: Alquitrán

(*) Childish: Infantil

(*) Gloom: Penumbra, pesimismo 

(*) Anguish: Angustia

(*) Whirlwind: Remolino 

(*) Drag down: Arrastrar hacia abajo.

#21. SECONDS

 

Centuries and seconds melt in the twilight,

A funnel of restlessness traps us,

It's a mist that shrinks the spirit,

The body is a ship of confusion,

Sailing in a sea of sharp mirrors.

#20. PANDEMONIUM

 

In my own pandemonium a question drifts,

When?

The bearings of my course come together gravely,

Amalgamating sensations of fear and hope,

My thoughts whisper ominously,

My soul darkens under the veil of uncertainty,

The beauty of my life flows into the confines of darkness.

(*) Drift: Ir a la deriva, dejarse llevar.

(*) Bearing: Demora naútica, rumbo, orientación.

(*) Veil: Velo

(*) Darken: Oscurecer.

#19. DECEMBER

 

December is here and the light of the year fades away,

Like a putrid fruit, the year slips away and does not return,

January's uncertainty sways in the air,

Like a cruel specter hidden in the darkness, harbinger of the next calendar.

(*) Fade away: Desvanecerse.

(*) Putrid: Pútrido, putrefacto.

(*) Sway: Mecerse.

(*) Specter: Espectro, fantasma.

(*) Harbinger: Presagio.