LA CONTINUACIÓN DE LA VIDA V

Bosque, noche rojiza,
asedio insidioso
from the wolf.

Todas las alertas
sonando sin voz.

Compás de espera,
acorralada,
hincada.

«Should I let
myself go?»
«Should I let it
take my soul?»
«Should I get this finally done?»

I attempted one last call
to Him, who denied me before.

Tendí el alma
en confianza,
en entrega,
humillada,
y murmuré La plegaria.
Then God…

concedió:

He gave me a silver arrow
(but not a bow),
He turned my words
into a sword,
and above all:
He shut Morana up.

Silence in my head,
arms at my range.
Vi al lobo a los ojos
and then came the rage.

Risa alocada,
lengua navaja.
Quise su sangre
en cascada.

With one hand
I firmly held the arrow.
And with the other one
me envolví en un halo.

And as I rose,
he was coming down.
And as I rose,
he was coming down.

Such was his hunger
que no sintió la herida:
la flecha, la cuchilla.

And as I rose
él moría.
And as he died
yo volvía.

Y el bosque calló
y se pintó de siena.

Todo silencio
y maleza.

DIBUJO POR CRISSANTA.