Agonia
Cuando mi alma abandone, mi envoltura terrena,
y a tu alcoba se acerque, doliente y errabunda,
impotente y terrible, mi deseo de amarte,
retorcera mi cuerpo, prisionero en la tumba...
Te gritare angustiado, cuando escuche tus pasos,
caminar por la senda, que recorrimos juntos,
y ese techo de tierra, que me aislara en su abrazo,
arañare frenetico, en un esfuerzo absurdo...
Ya no podran mis labios, gustar de tus encantos,
que seguiran viviendo, palpitantes y frescos,
que inspiraran pasiones, a pesar de tu llanto,
y seran de otros labios, a pesar de mis celos...
Ya no podra mi boca, mordisquear insaciable,
el marfil suave morbido y celestial de tu cuerpo,
y del humedo beso, que estremecio tu carne,
solo tendran tus fibras, un molesto recuerdo...
Ya no podran mis manos, enredarse en tu pelo,
ni aplastare mi boca, en tus labios sangrientos,
ni crisparas violenta, como garfios tus dedos,
en la incansable almohada, de nuestro amor sediento...
Ven y sientate cerca, de mi lecho de enfermo,
ven y acerca tus manos, que estan limpias y frescas,
a mi frente que quema, el calor de un infierno,
a mis ojos febriles de vagar por la pieza,
cierra bien la persiana, que la luz, me molesta,
ahora, vete amor mio, vete y cierra la puerta.
Agony
When my soul leaves this earthly shell,
and approaches your room, aching and wandering,
powerless and terrible, my desire to love you,
will twist my body, trapped in the grave...
I'll scream out in anguish, when I hear your footsteps,
walking down the path, we once traveled together,
and that dirt ceiling, that will isolate me in its embrace,
I'll scratch frantically, in a futile effort...
My lips can no longer taste your charms,
which will keep living, pulsing and fresh,
that will inspire passions, despite your weeping,
and they'll belong to other lips, despite my jealousy...
My mouth can no longer nibble insatiably,
the soft, smooth, heavenly ivory of your body,
and from the wet kiss, that shook your flesh,
only your fibers will have an annoying memory...
My hands can no longer tangle in your hair,
nor will I crush my mouth, against your bloody lips,
nor will your fingers, curl violently like claws,
on the tireless pillow, of our thirsty love...
Come and sit close, to my sickbed,
come and bring your hands, that are clean and fresh,
to my burning forehead, the heat of a hell,
to my feverish eyes, wandering around the room,
close the blinds tight, because the light bothers me,
now, go away my love, go and shut the door.