Gazing at the valley below
Watching as the storm brings snow
In the mountains clear air
With no thoughts or care
Foolish... inevitably I shall die
Right here among the clouds I'll fly
Shall I take the plunge off the precipice
Or wait for the inevitable...deaths kiss
Lost soul within
Demons awaiting-fear-sin
Impossible darkness is now found
Raggedly twisting
Fate resisting
Moving toward that dazzling light
New life will begin this night
In deaths repose no pain I feel
Only love felt so pure and real
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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