Undressed

En el eterno suplicio de no saber que ponerse
hay una mujer que aprende:
La desnudez sigue siendo hermosa
como al principio.

Lexa

  は愛が何であったか知りませんでした  

Watashi wa ai ga nandeatta ka shirimasendeshita

  - あなたが来るまで  - Anata ga kuru made - 

  今知っているだろう  Ima shitte irudarou.

[Traducción: 

No sabía lo que era el amor

– hasta que llegaste – 

ahora desearía olvidarlo.]

The word work

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         In this world the job must be worth more than words.

S/T

Quiero saber a que sabes,
irme con ese sabor a ti;
enredo de pelo aguamarina
que recorre mis desérticos pensamientos,
par de ojos azafranes
irradiando luz en medio de mis sombras.

Caja de voz olor a miel
en mundo desgraciado y sin sabores,
azúcar morena bañada de sol;
oro sol aderido a mis entrañas, a mi voz.

Quiero saber el sonido de tus manos
frescas y volátiles
sobre el límite de mis pieles.

En la geografía de la piel
las cicatrices son episodios épicos
y yo deseo
enfrentarme a la muerte con sabor a ti.

[Un año, un mes y 3:28 hrs de ser tu amiga.]

Memento mori

私は即座に   Watashi wa sokuza ni   Pienso instante 

呼吸がなかった   Kokyū ga nakatta   respiración que no fue

有限である   Yūgendearu   somos finitos.

No podremos besar más allá de nuestros cuerpos,
ni internarnos en lo profundo de otros sueños;
somos todo lo que podemos cortar con la mirada.

Los dioses fueron muertos con nuestras manos,
no tardaremos en seguir sus pasos,
degradación que habita nuestros cuerpos.

Seremos el instante que ya no fue,
el cuerpo que vuelve al polvo.

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Memento mori.

®Elihe 

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