lunes, 23 de abril de 2012

Desde mi tumba



De vuelta en el lodo
rápido me hundo
primero mis pies
luego mis ojos
y toco lo más profundo.

Se me hace difícil

distinguir el como,
cuando, donde
y sobretodo la cara
que me obligó
a permanecer encerrada.

Las lentas horas pasan

y se transforman en largos años,
y aquí sigo
enterrada, raptada
y sobretodo violada.

Y quiero gritar

pedir ayuda una vez más
pero
¿y si nadie me escucha?
¿y si resulta que el mundo
está demasiado ocupado
mirando para otro lado?

A veces veo voces

y oigo luces por fuera
de este oscuro ataúd
que prometen rescatarme
de entre el barro
y la mala hierba
y me invade la culpa
el pensar que al callarme,
y preferir conformarme
con mi linda cajita
estoy colaborando
a que él siga moldeando
nuevos cadáveres andantes. 

jueves, 5 de abril de 2012

Sui Caedere



I did it
I was planning it
long time ago,
and finally did it

I cutted my veins
slowly and carefuly,
multiple times
while crying and begging
for God to stop my life.

Desperation maybe,
things already lived,
and the thought that
even worst things
are going to happen
to me...

Looking for redemption,
I let the blood flow
I stained the sheets
and felt asleep
after taken lot of pills

Neither the blood,
nor the pills,
nor even Death
took my life.

I woke up
next morning,
birds singing
sun shining
wounds hurting
and head aching

the phone rang
and I picked it up.
It was my mom,
- told me she had
a terrible nightmare
and stayed all night
awaken,
praying for her
only daughter
to be saved

I wont forget
my mom's cries
when she accidentaly
discovered the blood
and the marks.

There are,
there still are,
things to fight for,
new ilusions to find,
new quests to follow
and people that wait
your return home.

We live in a place
sometimes called earth
sometimes called hell
but at least
we know it well.

I dont care who saved me
or where does he or she come from
but thank you
for this second chance.

Picture: Requiem por un suicidio by Carlos Entefí