gotan

elina-astra:

Gotan1 

The woman was like the word never,
a special charm rose up from her neck, 
a kind of forgetfulness where her eyes were safe,
the woman settled in my left side.

Watch out watch out I’d scream watch out
but she possessed me like love, like the night,
and the last signals I made that autumn
settled down quietly under the surf of her hands.

Sharp sounds exploded inside me,
rage, sadness, fell down in shreds,
the woman came down like a sweet rain
on my bones standing in the solitude.

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