24.07.2021
Bad Love
The bad lovethat turns you upside down and grabs your wings,
Slicks down your feathers
and captures you, (colloquial expression: “puts salt on the tail”)
And in a blaze of fire,
you descend like molten lava.
And you, who were my life,
Breath, blood of my blood
and star, tear of light
Me, with a muddy heart.
Malamore,
from which you can’t run away nor escape
It seizes the heart, tangles the veins
and goes between wrinkles
It distorts the senses
and innocence, whomever had had it.
And you who have been my life,
A lost soul
You seem to mask
A soul turned inside out.
Viscous wave,
foam that teases the anger of the sea
That cradles, takes,
sinks, lifts, lets it drown,
Listen to the shell
Where the shame is hidden.
And I, marked by (and I, imprint of)
Your cursed love,
Perverse, devious game,
Your ruinous love.
You who, at an impasse,
wanted me