12 FIRE IN THE BOWELS

 

When the storm comes to my mind

and the strength of the earth,

the stone will bleed in the wind

as if it were the shadow of a man who never existed.

I am not afraid of death.

 

Sad rivers of fire flow

and ashes fly like crows,

angels and demons cry

their tears fall into a sea.

 

When the clouds come to my heart

and the eruption of the gods,

dreams tremble in my head

as if it were the shadow of a man who never existed.

My grave under the root of a tree.

 

Sad rivers of fire flow

and a woman cries alone,

she is more alive than ever

we’ll remember her story.

 

When the storm comes to my mind

and the strength of the earth,

the stone will bleed in the wind

as if it were the shadow of a man who never existed.

I am not afraid of death. 

 

TERRA CRISIUM 2019 - 2022 · 12 Fire In The Bowels