Penelope
Fluid is the night which I plunge in,
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.
I weave weft of dreams
Erasing them with reality,
I wait for Death
That will come from the sea.
I grow flowers watering them
With blood and I destroy them
With the look of someone who has seen
And knows too much,
They read a world in me,
In me they perceive the dream,
Roads of sea, houses of clouds,
I weave, and my thread is Death.
Penélope
La noche es fluida en la que me sumerjo,
Coloreada por el atardecer, iluminada por la luna.
Tejo tramas de sueños
Borrándolos con la realidad,
Espero a la Muerte
Que vendrá del mar.
Hago crecer flores regándolas
Con sangre y las destruyo
Con la mirada de alguien que ha visto
Y sabe demasiado,
Leen un mundo en mí,
En mí perciben el sueño,
Caminos de mar, casas de nubes,
Tejo, y mi hilo es la Muerte.