This Nostalgia ...
(Gioconda Belli)
This dream I live, this nostalgia
name, this hurricane shut
reeling in my bones,
mourn its passing through my blood ...
I can not leave the time and places,
Valley
my days are filled with unspeakable shadows, I
loneliness like a lost soul,
disobeyed all the reasons,
heroine battles lost,
of jars without water.
I sink into the body,
I bleed in the veins,
Beat me against the wind, against the skin
smeared is mine.
What shall I do with my castle of ghosts,
shooting stars that surround me as the sun shines
and I can not look over your hard-
round and yellow-gold's wake licking his hands, riding the night
,
renouncement, making me
disaster ...
I will give the Hurricanes
to move away from that light burning.
I am dying of cold.
... Freyja
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