consonant memories travel superstition's highway;
their rhythms trembling in holy delirium
where the fleshly ghost wears eternities rags,
dancing away time, on insanity's altars.
while dawn is a slave to drunken sunlight,
the magician is baptized by tears of forgiveness.
as the heavens dream of a wicked salvation,
and disordered longings condemn a prisoner to life,
everything vanishes in the blink of an eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem