Good Night Poem by carlos caceres

The fate is painful
like a razor blade pressing down my wrists,
the winter has just come,
and instead of snow it carried salt
tons of salt to cover my legs,
then, everything started bleeding,
-especially my dreams of Cinderella-
The lakes turned red,
the child in me died poisoned.

A red autumn,
a red earth,
a red prairie
a red slippery life crawling in the time,
like a fetus abomination that refused to see the sunlight,

My hands surfed the wind chilling,
and my rainy eyes were enclosed into the dark
of deep pine woods,
which looked for a little hope into their own despair,
how cruel is being licked by the moon,
how cruel is sleeping lonely,
just hugging the cold opium steams.

A fetid womb of black air,
beneath nights of May.

This bubble-life has turned into an endless dawn
without your legs answering those questions of mine.

Votre Dame de Belles Fleurs est morte
You love her more than you'll ever love me
yet amazingly I can't stop thinking of you
lying down naked here on my silky cozy coffin
and it seems to be time to say good night.

(Don't forget to draw a cross with holy water on my forehead
Before closing my coffin)