Remedios Varo/ Cazadora de Astros
jueves, 29 de septiembre de 2011
Sonnet I
Etiquetas: alucines nocturnos, enfermedades mentales, Poesía, Sonetos
'En el espejo': Granada España, 2011
Hope you enjoy it!!! n.n
The sorrow that I dwell I shall explain:
She was a shade in a full of sun day.
My brains, I swear, went wrong again,
In a prison of joy she made me stay.
A blue bird without wings learning to fly,
A white house of cards playing to die.
-Is a plutonian mistress- everyone tell
Sudden rash of distress, I couldn’t yell.
Seemed to distend all the worlds in hers,
A queen that slaved the voices prisoners.
The pressure of a bomb kept in her soul,
A lone Ticking-clock all in her reign sole.
Hurry my dream, the physicians are here,
You have escaped me, but not thee my dear.
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El maestro...
El triunfo de la muerte
Brueghel "El viejo", Museo del Prado Madrid 1562
Cristina Sccabia (I terribly love her)
I was born in another world strictly connected to a piece of my mind nothing more than a little land it is a small cradle where I'm a kid I am the princess in there, nothing wrong in my fantasy world I am the king, the nation, no dictators or religions no laws laid down for me I have my own liberty inside of me Nothing to lose, I want to live here.... To Myself I turned By Lacuna Coil
Loving thy art
