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.