El Poema Negro

When I was dying he hugged me
And with a broken and pitiful voice
He told me that in memory of this love
He left me his white skull

That he stole her from his own grave
And that in my happy hours or in my mourning
His spirit would come from heaven
And through her I would see myself

And time passed
I feel your voice
Claiming me
Keep your promise!

The night has finally arrived
Full of darkness and wind
Beating the rain and thunder
The sea roared in the distance

Heart burning and gripped by terror
Climb the wall of the dead
I immediately felt his presence
In that old cemetery

Nothing will change
You will always be there
Looking at me
Although your eyes already
They can't see me!

Through the dark streets
From the desert cemetery
I arrived at my destination like this
Surrounded by crowns and saints

A lamp gave me the shine
I broke its marble with a hammer
A pestilential gust
A strong smell of death!

At the bottom of the box
Between bandages and gags
Boiling waves of worms
They swallow it slowly

From her bright eyes
There are two big gaps left
And from that mouth that was so passionate
A silent and terrible laugh

This love
It's my pain
Madness
Against reason

Of her beauty that radiated like a star
There was not even a trace there
It was a shapeless and corrupt rag
I looked at her sadly, mute, inert
I meditated on the feasts of death
And I sank into the grave opened by a slash

My hands stretched out tremblingly
To the immense hive of worms
I searched for the joints of the throat
I twisted nervously, there were cracks
Of torn and broken bones
Until I treaded on the graves

I fled fearfully among the cruel shadows
Believing that the dead in droves
They raised their emaciated form
Running to rescue his skull
That stiff and silent companion
From the gloomy night of nothingness

That happened... It was yesterday... Today, at my table
What final rubble of her beauty
Frozen, mute, livid and inert
On my books in a pile rests
Like a gigantic white rose
Who flaunts the laughter of death!

Its large basins like two caverns
They look at me motionless and eternal
And dreaming I see her transform
In what was and begins to approach

I feel hers, I feel her mine
But soon my pupils wake me up
To show me the image of death
That static and gloomy contemplates me

When I die
Cute skull
You will accompany me
Until eternity