May they guide the weary till the dawn

May the stars guide us during the night that seems but to draw on

And if your legs be sore and your heart worn

Do not give way, cry not

But remember to shine on

For, dim or far, dwindling or not,

As long there’s light

There’s hope

 

 

May the stars guide us during the night that seems but lost

And if they be fading and your hope gone

Do not desist, sob not

But remember to shine on

For, believe it or not,

The first ray sets now on the horizon

And you will bathe in the sun and in the eyes of God

 

 

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We are the children born in Gamma

Virtueless, fleshless, invisible to your mortal eye

We have wandered, wandered a starless night

We have heard the toss of a coin and his boat at bay

There were no shining eyes, there were no shining eyes

There are no eyes here

Here are glow worms for few’s delight

This is the forsaken land, the deserted land

Here life takes in shadowless forms

The Moon pours on us heavy and we creep across the sand

We meet dying lights,

There are no lights here

In this valley of hollow grins and deaf screams

Rats run over our feet and stars had a funeral

 

 

At the heart of this land

Stones once bathed in gold

Serve now a dying light

Not readable yet felt

In these old and worn stones once bright

The creation that in the artist dwelt

 

For thine is the world seen all the same from afar

And thine is the life deemed all the same below the dying star

Mine were the sins under a starless sky

With no light and no meeting eye

Yet these sprung from my heart

Yet they were begot by these hands

 

For thine eyes shall not meet

For thine eyes 

For thine 

For thine is

For thine is the origin

Not will but gravity

Not love but fratricide

Not creation but sacrifice

Not wit but apathy

 

 

 

Sightless, lost

Forsaken

Only endless dunes meet our way

We, bereaved of fate or meaning

Like a split worm in the mud

Hear in dread our own treading

And as the boat rocks nearer

We dig our hands in the sand

We will not go praying to a dying star

But as the children of Gamma

But as the children born below a dying star

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the final curtain calls we will hear the silences amidst the applause

The sun that sets in the morning

And later dresses obscure or white

Judging from our evening’s delight

Tomorrow may be the dragging dream in the wakening

Or the end of the weary sleeping;

All for we spring forth may be forgot

But poor one’s mock long ever cravings will be not

 

What we carefully caressed in our slumber

While we brooded in the vim of the summer

And contented our eye

No longer gleams under the sky

Which fades bright

As the sun kisses well into the night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun is rising and we all will be there

I have woken up and the sun has gone away

But I’m certain it will only be for the rest of the day

It’s hard to be really seen and not be afraid

We adore butterflies for their symmetry and we abhor ourselves for our lack of them

The sun is rising and we all will be there

 

 

I have reached the river through the sea

And I have learnt it goes the other way

I’m struggling but I’m certain

We won’t be washed away by the rain

The sun is rising and we all will be there

 

 

I have been blind for a while

You look good in that smile

Time is going away

And I’m afraid I’ll miss that day

The sun is rising and we all will be there

 

We are making noise

But we aren’t getting anywhere

It’s hard to be really heard and not be afraid

We adore lies for their melodies and we abhor ourselves for our memories

The sun is rising and we all will be there

 

 

 

 

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El jarrón. Versión en inglés

 

 

 

 

You may peek behind every window and await in every corner

That I’ll make of the ravens that loom above

my faithful guard perching in my room

and they will pick your scent before you are thin air

 

And lest they should sing their common song

Let me tell in the last note

The life that dwelt in these words

And you may laugh, that this isn’t a lie;

 

From the only tear that watered

Sprung in sepulchral dirt a sprout

Drooping and ungrown

 

Sets to the horizont where motionless looks for her

And when smells her scent the stem waves

Beside my worms, beside my tomb

 

 

 

 

El jarrón

 

Podrás acecharme en cada rincón

Que haré de los cuervos que esperan su momento

La más fiel guardia colgando sobre mi balcón

Y te reconocerán antes de que te mezcles con el viento

 

Y antes de que ellos me canten su canción

Te contaré en mi último aliento

La vida que albergó este corazón

Y podrás reírte, que no miento;

 

De la lágrima que huyó de mi carrillo

Germinó en tierra sepulcral una flor

Que despojada y sin brillo

 

Aún la busca a ella en el horizonte sin moción

Y al llegarle desde la lejanía su olor

El tallo se agita al lado de mi tumba en su jarrón

 

 

 

 

 

Everlasting desire

From the dawn

I have felt

A mere tittle

For the eyes

That belittled

And knelt

Inside the reflect

Of my everlasting lies

I have deemed it

To my demise

The wrong kind;

For it seemed confined

Among the skies

Or below the seas

But lies beneath

Of my everlasting cowardice:

Where I had sanded hills

That rested a seraph’s chin

Now sits atop a wind

Blowing across the meadow

And in my dread I saddled the dire

Horse that binds me still

I have become the creeping shadow

Of my everlasting desire

 

 

Tittle

 

 

 

 

 

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Before light obliterates your truly self

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

While being in time’s part

Linger on in its wealth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

And, lest it should depart,

Let me remind hiding won’t help

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

Open your eyes now and feel the dart

Enter through the shelf

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

And in parting from me avow to your art

Run, run away before you are in the realm

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

For the minute hand has cart’d

The final twelfth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

 

 

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Before light obliterates your truly self

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

While being in time’s part

Linger on in its wealth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

And lest it should depart

Let me remind hiding won’t help

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

For the minute hand ticks, cart

Your much lent flesh at twelfth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

Part from me and avow to your arts

Run, run away before you are in the realm

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

Now, open your eyes and feel the dart

Filling through the shelf

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

 

 

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Before light obliterates your truly self

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

While being in time’s part

Linger on in its wealth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

And, lest it should depart,

Let me remind hiding won’t help

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

Open your eyes now and feel the dart

Enter through the shelf

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

 

And in parting from me avow to your art

Run, run away before you are in the realm

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

For the minute hand will cart

Your riches away at the final twelfth

Despair, joyfully despair in its heart

Amidst the lucid dream where darkness falls apart

 

 

 

 

 

Which one is better

 

 

 

 

 

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Mujer que sabe el destino de sus pasos

Y que sin embargo confunde el camino

Encuentra a otro marido, le da un beso

Y lo llama sino

 

Mancebo que persigue presto tras la ilusión

Y encuentra la verdad

Ya no puede lágrimas derramar

Y las ya derramadas siempre le perseguirán detrás

 

Ella que ya sabe que el reloj está volcado

Y no siente

Cierra los ojos e intenta olvidar

Que el tiempo no se detiene

 

Yo que persigo tus sombras

En anocheceres ciegos

Y al alcanzar el día me desaparecen

Sin darme una razón

 

¿Es esto amor?

 

Dame un porqué

A mí que nunca pregunté y fui fiel en mi servitud

¿Es que acaso, Amor, eres tan resabiado

Que todo los caminos llevan a ti y en ninguno te encuentras tú?