Carayan Press: Bosquejos/Sketches
Ad insaniam


un ejército
de mil hormigas hambrientas
cabalga sobre colinas caramelizadas
trozos que se han amontonado
de una pasión que una vez sentí
los soldados
se olvidan de su esencia
al entregarse
a su apetito que vivos los consume
la tentación
es tan tremenda que no desean
abandonar su tesoro dulce
pero ya pierden
los estribos
y ya pierden
la razón
se han enmarañado
en una tormenta primitiva
que parece ser sin fin
sin pudor

y después
se acaba la dulzura
y se despabilan
de su éxtasis quemado
encontrándose encallados
en un mar de cenizas y huesos rotos
de Circe
Ad Insaniam


an army
of a thousand hungry ants
gallop over caramelized hills
pieces that have accumulated
from a passion I once felt
the soldiers
forget their essence
as they surrender to their appetite
that consumes them
alive
the temptation
is so tremendous they wish not
to abandon their sweet treasure
but now they’re losing
control
and already losing
all reason
they have become entangled
in a primitive storm
seemingly
without end, without shame

then the sweetness
ends
and they awake
from their burnt ecstasy
finding themselves run aground
in a sea of ashes and broken bones
of Circe
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