Bebiendo con la Luna (Luna de Agosto y Crisantemo).
Let this war begin
Both of us are silent,
— almost still
Torn asunder, weak I feel
Your absence, close herein.
Tres Cintas Rojas.
Words I felt,
—I wrote;
Worlds I dreamt
—I sought
Speechless, though, I begged
— thee to forget me not.
Jabalí, Ciervo y Mariposa.
Soothen my wound
—thou could have
Refreshing, nourishing
—thy essence
That, honey-like, floweth
—towards this thirsty soul o’ mine.
Cinco Luces.
I made frriends with time
—thou woduln’t come along
I made friends with time ‘n’
—time missed you too
—time missed me too
—time is just angry
For missing us two
——‘nai
For fuck’s sake I do
Gana el jugador uno.
Jugador dos, ¿quiere retirarse?
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The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage.
To know is to know that you know nothing.
That is the true meaning of knowledgq
