#because she is the Luna de Cristal?

[shukuchiisms]

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[amberedcorpse]

The cold was pleasant on his skin, and for that reason alone he was urged to step closer, to ease the warmth of his blood-wine with a nip of tundra. But he was drawn instead to think on their answer, lured by a riddle which hadn't meant to be one, not exactly. Where I come from there is only moon and no moon at all anymore. His precious shadow was silent, the musicians resumed their simple trilling, and the orgies around them amassed to piles of limbs and willing mouths. It had been a while since he was free to wonder without the ceaseless interference of Mischief and Temptation. Though that in itself was something to ponder. There and not there, he thought, an absent moon that persisted– perhaps? The fool was sure their moon hadn’t disappeared recently, so this was clearly a place out of the bounds of his own two legs. Or one his god hadn’t thrown him into, like a puppet propped onto a new stage. He watched them through the fractured reflection, reaching with the blessing of his eyes for further hints of the truth, until the witch searched for something just beneath the partition of their coat. 

Felix turned, and saw that all eyes were upon the other, every mad woman and spirit bound to the edges of their icy ring. The vial in the cradle of their claws looked simple. Yet it had pulled the revelers from their celebration, hushed them to rows of threatening onlookers, almost covetous in the turn of their stares. Finally, his shadow pierced the silence with a hum, and he watched that stretch of darkness on the floor walk forward without him, circling around the room as if to get a better view of those undulating shades. One second the color of sea-foam and the next the color of a dried coral bed. 

"Ante el dulce deliquio que le miente 

la luna, riendo en el cristal del lago,

loco de amor el ruiseñor se siente,

y respondiendo al amoroso halago,

hunde el pico en el agua transparente

y se bebe la luna trago a trago."

He recognized the verses, had even read the rest of them in the heat of a summer’s night, with night-birds and coquíes singing from the trees. That time he had come out of the old house, pocket book in hand, and sat under the boughs of a ceiba. He’d traced the lines with his fingers, lit the pages with a flashlight, and watched the moon whenever she peeked through her curtains. That was years before he was chosen, and she had changed so much since then. Back when he thought he was going to die, when his string of life seemed so pitifully short (because sacrifices weren’t spared of the knowledge of their doom even as children), she had swallowed his vision with the grandeur of her light. A silent companion, a cold but compassionate friend. She had been there for him as others hadn’t. As parents hadn’t. 

But now, as with everything and everyone, she’d drawn away from him too. No longer a companion, but a pinprick in the sky, an image on a still lake, the delusion of a dumb and flighty bird. The god laughed behind his ear, suddenly so close, and mocked the trickle of sadness shown on the slope of his frown. Felix’s lips twitched and he stood back from the other man, his back against the shattered glass. Confused, he wasn’t sure how to feel about the liquid or the fact they were showing it to him. This seemed like a trap. 

“What is that? Am I supposed to know? How fun.” 

 His hand reached, wondering if it was actually being offered, but was swiftly strung back to his side. The grip, and slight reprimand, had been harsh enough to leave prints along his wrist, red and already bruising marks that spoke of large claws rather than hands. 

You know better. Why would a witch give you anything for free? Focus and remember what it looks like. I might want it someday. 

Connections were made for him in his head, as a spectral hand rummaged through the wrinkles of his brain, cementing the appearance of the vial to his memory. The involuntary injection of thoughts and ideas, the jab of something he hadn’t meant to be there, was painful enough to make him wince and recoil slightly. He blinked a few times to get rid of the shocking afterimage temporarily staining his vision. 

“Why are you showing me this?”

Or was it all just for the god, a kind of sign or coded message only they'd understand. Was that what that silence had been? A quiet acknowledgement of something which ran deeper than laylines? Maybe he was still being teased. Though somehow he doubted that.

Briefly his eyes wandered, taking in from his position and from where he stood the movement that came from the other side of the room. Switching between looking out the window and back a moment later, only to see that the suffering man not only got up but approached him. He should have rested a little longer, Alexander thought but did not dare speak it. He did not dare open his mouth in motivation of false hopes or gentleness that was misplaced, offered untimely, because whatever had taken hold of the other was present a little too much and a little too strongly for his taste (and for his senses. Sensing it and something else with them in the room, yet unable to see it. Unable to see it. Underlined by the observation made.

You don’t have the sight.

He did. Yet not for this. And perhaps for a whole lot of other things, neither. Powers, entities that clung to the shadows, to the veils. Silken-thin and weaved between layers and worlds, even within time itself. Spinning its spidery web of deceit and intrigue, of bad that was left in cocoons to mature and break open when least expected to sow chaos anew that those that came after and those that came before had to deal with equally.

No, he did not see it, whatever it was the voice that tickled the witch's ears, that whispered and hummed and pried its way into the back of his head with a surgical precision and graceless cold that rivaled his very own. A voice that tickled and stirred and praised and scorned. As curious as the condition of Felix had left him as much he grew increasingly worried by the extent the posession had grown to be. For a fleeting moment Alexander wondered whether all of this had already grown over his head.

You don’t have my tongue either.

A low huff was all that came in response. An exaggerated breathing-out that could well have become a soft laugh if the man giving it would not be so stunted in his feelings, not so cut off from the devil-may-care attitude. The sound was some effort in lighting the mood between them yet it was a poor one.

Instead of trying for a better retort he simply listened, hearing the other man approach even more, so much that they both could look at the window, and the closeness – the presence – of the shackled man that tip-toed around him (stalked, it felt like, knowing what it was that led him, that followed behind) was motivation enough for Alexander to try and calm himself, control himself better. To suppress the crashing waves of inner turmoil overlapping and drowning his shores, pushing the cold water back with stern yet gentle hands into the abyssal depths it had sprung from. To calm down. To cool out less. To not eat up the warmth within the ruined building and to not let the freezing air nip at flushed skin.

            „Where I come from there is only moon and no moon at all anymore.“

Briefly his head turned again, catching and examining the profile of Felix now as he stood much closer, offering him a better view and bathing him in a scent (wine) that was welcoming but also made his heart sting further. He looked at his face and the good-looking young man that he was, that could have done so much more with his life than this. To his wine-stained skin and clothes. To the scar that set around his neck, the sickle, shaped as the very thing that had been taken from his world so violently. The moon. Ever-present. In the sky even if the son had long claimed the domain as home. Carried in the color of his own eyes. Left in the shape of that same scar that had branded, gutted and grotesquely reshaped the existence of this very man. Left in...

The raven-haired man seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that his word made no sense, until he paused and his breath hitched in his throat. Lowering his gaze one of his hands reached yet again underneath the cloak worn; in chest height. Having fallen into thoughts his movement was a little more reluctant this time, hesitant even, as though considering whether he even should. Wanting to further soothe the rifts created between them however, to prove to Felix that he was not just all trickery and all play, he pulled from his chest pocket a little vitreous thing.

The moment it was pulled from beneath the darkly-colored fabric the liquid contents began to glimmer and shine, swaying with the movement subjected to not like water would but a little thicker (a miracle in itself, given that it should have long frozen over through the cold secreted). Its color cool and strange, holding subtle tinges of blues and lilacs that glistened on the surface of what looked like molten silver.

Holding it trapped between the sharp ends of silver talons he held it in front of the revenant, the deity and all those invisibly merging and consorting around them.

A small vial of precious liquid moonlight.

[esuemmanuel]

La poesía, las palabras, el sentimiento… el silencio besando al corazón en un arranque de inocencia, porque eso es… ¡Inocencia! Inocencia de sentir más allá de los dedos la cosquilla del amor, de esa curiosidad lasciva que degüella al pecho, sumiéndolo en una laguna ahogada con su propia sangre. ¡Inocencia de creer! ¡Inocencia de no saber! ¡Inocencia de soñar! ¡De imaginar! ¡De confiar! ¡De querer! ¡De dejarse arrastrar, prodigando espasmos de locura, bajo una pérfida luna sobre las olas del mar! De ése… de ése que, al temblor de tus adentros, te trastorna sobre sus céfiros, provocándote naufragar. Pero, sigues creyendo, con inocente paladar, que el agua que estás bebiendo es dulce y que ese escaldamiento en las papilas es sólo la miel haciéndose nido en tu boca. ¡Ah, inocencia! ¡Bendita inocencia! ¡Tan sagrada y, al mismo tiempo, tan puta! Te saca de la cama para llevarte de la mano hacia la penumbra y, ahí… ahí… te abandona a tu puta suerte. ¡Ya tú sabrás cómo defenderte! ¡Ya tú sabrás cómo hacerle frente a tu ingenuidad! Porque no, no es culpa de la inocencia, ella sólo tomó tu mano para llevarte a pasear, ¿cómo la vas a culpar? ¡La culpa, toda, recae en tu ingenuidad, tonto niño con sueños de cristal!

— Esu Emmanuel©, The poetry, the words, the feeling… the silence kissing the heart in a burst of innocence, because that is... Innocence! Innocence of feeling beyond the fingers the tickle of love, of that lascivious curiosity that disgorges the chest, plunging it into a lagoon drowned in its own blood. Innocence of believing! Innocence of not knowing! Innocence of dreaming! Of imagining! Of trusting! Of wanting! Of letting oneself be swept away, lavishing spasms of madness, under a perfidious moon on the waves of the sea! Of that… Of that one who, at the trembling of your inner self, overturns you on his zephyrs, causing you to be shipwrecked! But you still believe, with an innocent palate, that the water you are drinking is sweet and that this scalding of the papillae is only honey nesting in your mouth. Ah, innocence! Blessed innocence! So sacred and, at the same time, such a whore! She pulls you out of bed to take you by the hand into the half-light and, there… there… she abandons you to your fucking fate. You'll know how to defend yourself! You'll know how to cope with your naivety! Because no, it's not the fault of innocence, she only took your hand to take you for a walk, how can you blame her? The fault, all of it, lies in your naivety, you silly child with crystal dreams!

[marga-manso]

personajes y shippeos del fic as canciones ochenteras de esas con mucho sintetizador

MARGA

Mad World (Tears for Fears)

all around me are familiar faces / worn out places, worn out faces / bright and early for their daily races / going nowhere, going nowhere

their tears are filling up their glasses / no expression, no expression / hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / no tomorrow, no tomorrow

and I find it kind of funny / I find it kind of sad / the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had / I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take

Muñecas (Tino Casal)

salgo a caminar / la niebla envuelve la ciudad / la luna astuta preparándose está / pasos de mujer / son como balas de cristal / callejuela gris sin final

en la oscuridad de miradas sospechosas / tiemblo al controlar que algo no va bien / peligro tras de mí

pasos de mujer / son como balas de cristal / ya son mas de cien / ¿he contado bien? / vuelvo a tropezar / el gato empieza a maullar / sus ojos rojos advirtiéndome están

DIEGO

Rock me Amadeus (Falco)

er war Superstar / er war populär / er war so exaltiert / because er hatte Flair / er war ein Virtuose / war ein Rockidol / und alles rief: come on and rock me Amadeus!

[he was a superstar / he was popular / he was exalted / because he had flair / he was a virtuoso / he was a rock idol / and everybody screamed: come on and rock me Amadeus!]

DISARTISTS

Send Me An Angel (Real Life)

do you believe in heaven above / do you believe in love / don't tell a lie don't be false and untrue / it all comes back to you

open fire! / on my burning heart / I've never been lucky in love /my defences are down / a kiss or a frown / I can't survive on my own

if a girl walks in and carves her name in my heart / I'll turn and run away / everyday we've all been led astray / it's hard to be lucky in love

it gets in your eyes / it's making you cry / don't know what to do / don't know what to do / you're looking for love / calling heaven above

send me an angel / send me an angel / right now, right now

IRENE

When Doves Cry (Prince)

dig if you will the picture / of you and I engaged in a kiss / the sweat of your body covers me / can you my darling / can you picture this?

dream if you can a courtyard / an ocean of violets in bloom / animals strike curious poses / they feel the heat / the heat between me and you

how can you just leave me standing? / alone in a world that's so cold? / (so cold) / maybe I'm just too demanding / maybe I'm just like my father / too bold 

MARENE

Self Control (Laura Branigan)

oh, the night is my world / city light painted girl / in the day nothing matters / it's the night time that flatters

in the night, no control / through the wall something's breaking / wearing white as you're walkin' / down the street of my soul

you take my self, you take my self control / you got me livin' only for the night / before the morning comes, the story's told / you take my self, you take my self control

another night, another day goes by / I never stop myself to wonder why / you help me to forget to play my role / you take my self, you take my self control

NICOLÁS

Rebel Rebel (David Bowie)

you've got your mother in a whirl / she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl / hey babe, your hair's alright / hey babe, let's go out tonight

you like me, and I like it all / we like dancing and we look divine / you love bands when they're playing hard / hou want more and you want it fast / they put you down, they say I'm wrong / you tacky thing, you put them on

rebel rebel, you've torn your dress / rebel rebel, your face is a mess / rebel rebel, how could they know? / hot tramp, I love you so!

NICOLÁS X PACINO

Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order)

every time I think of you / I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue / it's no problem of mine / but it's a problem I find / living a life that I can't leave behind

but there's no sense in telling me / the wisdom of the fool won't set you free / but that's the way that it goes / and it's what nobody knows / well every day my confusion grows

every time I see you falling / I get down on my knees and pray / I'm waiting for that final moment / you say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good / I'm feeling like I never should / whenever I get this way / I just don't know what to say / why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

LESBA

Maniac (Michael Sembello)

just a still town girl on a Saturday night / looking for the fight of her life / in the real-time world no one sees her at all / they all say she's crazy

locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life / she has danced into the danger zone / when a dancer becomes a dance

it can cut you like a knife / if the gift becomes the fire / on a wire between will and what will be

she's a maniac, maniac on the floor / and she's dancing like she's never danced before

ERNESTO X LESBA

I'll Never Be Maria Magdalena (Sandra)

you take my love, you want my soul / I would be crazy to share your life / why can't you see what I am? / sharpen the senses and turn the knife / hurt me and you'll understand

I'll never be Maria Magdalena / (you're a creature of the night) / Maria Magdalena / (you're a victim of the fight) / (you need love) / promise me delight / (you need love) / I'll never be Maria Magdalena / (you're a creature of the night) / Maria Magdalena / (you're a victim of the fight) / (you need love) / promise me delight / (you need love)

why must I lie? / find any prize / when will you wake up and realize / I can't surrender to you? / play for affection and win the prize / I know those party games too

FEDE X JULIÁN

Love Is A Shield (Camouflage)

love is a shield to hide behind / love is a field to grow inside / and when I sometimes close my eyes / my mind starts spinning round

love is a baby in a mother's arms / love is your breath which makes me warm / and when I sometimes close my eyes / my mind starts spinning round

there is a feeling that flows through me / when you are near you make it real / and we could live for this ideal

[escribodemusica]

The first song I want to write about here is Espacio sideral (Jesse & Joy), just because I’ve been listening to it a lot lately.

Here are the Spanish lyrics as I hear them. I’ve looked them up before so I’m definitely cheating.

—

Quisiera darte el mundo entero

El luna, el cielo, el sol, y el mar

Regalarte las estrellas

En una caja de cristal

Llevarte al espacio sideral

Y volar como lo hace Superman

Quisiera ser un superhéroe

Y protegerte contra el mal

Regalarte la vía láctea

En un plato de cereal

Llevarte al espacio sideral

Y volar como lo hace Superman

Me tienes tan debilitada

Todas mis fuerzas se me van si estás aquí

Y mis poderes no son nada

Me siento tan normal, tan frágil, tan real

Me elevas al espacio sideral

Tal como lo hace Superman

Quisiera hacerte un gran poema

Usar el cielo de papel

Tomar las nubes como crema

Hornearte un s��per pastel

Llevarte al espacio sideral

Y volar como lo hace Superman

Me tienes tan debilitada

Todas mis fuerzas se me van si estás aquí

Y mis poderes no son nada

Me siento tan normal, tan frágil, tan real

Me elevas al espacio sideral

Tal como lo hace Superman

Me tienes tan enamorada

Todas mis fuerzas se me van si estás aquí

Y mis poderes no son nada

Me siento tan normal, tan frágil, tan real

Me elevas al espacio sideral

Tal como lo hace Superman

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One thing I’ve been doing a lot lately is driving around in the car and singing along to stuff because it helps me not think about all the reasons I feel like shit. If I’m focusing on driving, and on remembering the words, and on my singing technique, that doesn’t leave room for much else. This song is fun for me to sing because it’s in my range, and because there’s a lot of room to have fun with it I feel like. Like messing around with the rhythms, that kind of thing. Maybe one day I’ll put some covers of stuff on here, that would be fun. The only recording devices I have are like, my phone and iPad, so the sound quality wouldn’t be so good, but it would be fun.

Part of the reason I like this song so much right now is that it makes me think of Josh, my boyfriend, who is to me every lighthouse/anchor/safety cliche you can think of. When I was in the hospital I was never worried that he wouldn’t love me anymore because of things I said when I was crazy, I just knew he would be there for me when I got out. It’s sad because I want to be there for him too, now that I’m out—to give him el luna, el cielo, el sol, y el mar—but I feel like all I am now is angry and sad and hurt and frustrated. It’s hard to give anyone anything when you feel like the world owes you an apology. I also feel like anything I might have to give is tainted by this poison I have inside me, by the experience of having been in the mental hospital.

I just have to try to remember that it’s ok to receive support and love, and to show my vulnerabilities. People, including Josh, won’t want to help me or be there for me if I snap and froth at the mouth like an injured animal every time they say something that is hard for me to hear. (It’s unfortunate that most things people have to say to me, like for example “I’m so glad you’re doing better,” are hard for me to hear, but that’s not what I want to focus on right now.) Espacio sideral helps me remember that it can be a good thing to feel tan normal, tan frágil, tan real, and it can feel nice to trust people with those feelings. (Well, people like Josh and my friends, anyway.) I have to remember that the empowerment I felt that week was just the drugs. I need help sometimes, and that’s fine.

And when the songs says “Me siento tan normal, tan frágil, tan normal / Me elevas al espacio sideral,” to me that means that allowing oneself to feel fragile and vulnerable with someone is what leads to real connection and happiness. You have to open yourself up to receiving, rather than just giving and giving and giving all the time. Even though I want to be un superhéroe, and even though quiero proteger a todo el mundo contra el mal, I have to remember that I have to feel a little debilitada in order to feel enamorada.

There are lots of things I like about this song beyond just the fact that it’s helping me through a hard time. I think the lyrics are pretty fun. I’m not really at the point in my Spanish where I feel like I can make good judgments about whether song lyrics and the like are “good” or not, but I do like them. I like how the song starts off with grand, distant-sounding images like “el luna, el cielo, el sol, y el mar” and “las estrellas” in the “caja de cristal.” But then there’s what I perceive to be a shift in tone when it mentions Superman. There’s another similar tone shift in the second stanza: from la vía láctea to plato de cereal.

I love listening to songs in Spanish because it’s always fun to try to figure out what things mean. I feel like I’ve listened to so much music in English at this point that it’s hard to find something that doesn’t sound like a million other things I’ve heard before. But when I hear something like usar el cielo de papel, and it takes me a hot minute to figure out that I think she means to use the sky as paper, that’s really fun for me. At first I thought it meant something more like use the paper sky—but now that I think about it, the ambiguity of it might be more a feature of the grammar, rather than an intentional choice by the songwriter. This gets into all sorts of fun questions about how the grammar of a language influences the way people think about stuff. I wish I could talk to my professors about this. I also like how with songs I can learn what words like sideral mean without having to look up anything.

[spiderboywanab]

hey !!! (-: (ps. you’re amazing!! )

hello? yes? i have a lovely child folks

@parkerscupcake‘s life soundtrack

opening credits: hey ya!-outkastwaking up: cooler than me-mike posnerfirst day at school: tongue tied-grouplovefalling in love: a lovely night-ryan goslingfight song: million reasons-lady gagabreaking up: aftertaste-shawn mendeslife’s ok: so long-sebas guillemgetting back together: bola de cristal-ale fdzwedding: i find the light in you-joe brooks birth of child: drive all night-needtobreathe final battle: another dimension (skolhaus version)-mishcattdeath scene: castle on the hill-ed sheeranfuneral song: hasta la raíz-natalia lafourcadeend credits: tu voz-llono

send me a hey and i’ll put my music on shuffle and create your life soundtrack

this one is a special one because i used song in spanish and songs might actually need some explaining, so the explanation is under the cut. hope you like it!

bola de cristal by ale fdz: this song is by a costarican artist than i personally recomend because he’s an amazing human being and this song applies to both the break up and getting back together.

“Es que no sirvo si no estas Y si te digo que hay algo mas Es que no puedo respirar Es que mi bola de cristal no hay nadie nadie mas”

Bassically that means that this person can’t really function without their significant other and that they don’t see a future with anyone other than this person they can’t live without.

hasta la raíz by natalia lafourcade: this one is by one of my favorite women in the music industry, she makes soulfull music and I believe this song applies to talking about someone’s absence from their significant other’s perspective.

“Yo te llevo dentro; hasta a raíz, y por más que crezca vas a estar aquí, aunque yo me oculte tras la montaña y encuentre un campo lleno de caña, no habrá manera mi rayo de Luna que tú te vayas.” 

This person who is gone has a special place in their significant other’s heart and then they use a bunch of metaphors so say that even after they’re gone that place will always be reserved for them

[esuemmanuel]

La Hija de la Luna y el Sol.

Traslúcida, vagaba por la orilla

de ese mar de estrellas que la hacía brillar,

mendigaba trozos de Luna para al Sol alegrar.

Perdida se tocaba las sienes,

se mordía los labios,

se abrazaba a su cuerpo; no podía regresar.

El sol no la podía aceptar.

Cuando se fue, prometió volver con la luna de vestido

mientras el Sol se reía por su ingenuidad.

Sola decidió probar su voluntad.

La luna no cedía al verla llorar;

ella callaba, pero la escuchaba

como si de su hija se tratara.

Esa pobre niña,

ilusionada con robarle un trozo a la luna,

no sabía que ella misma llevaba consigo

la esencia de aquella que la miraba.

"Un pedacito de cielo, un trocito de luna...

¡Te pido sólo la oportunidad

de crear en el sol la ventura

de volver a sonreír!", gritaba.

Y la luna, en su silencio plateado, sollozaba.

Ver a esa pequeña la hacía volver al pasado,

a su amor truncado por la dualidad.

"Eres un trocito mío...",

la luna murmuraba apenas con los labios,

pues en la garganta se le escondía la trémula voz,

y seguía sollozando.

Y, mientras la niña se enjugaba el llanto,

de la luna brotaron dos cristales

que caían lentamente frente a la pequeña.

La luna se colmó de pasmo.

Había dejado caer dos trocitos de su ser sin haberlo planeado.

Tembló su corazón,

mas no sabía si de temor o gozo.

Los cristales brillaban como un cielo hermoso

ante los ojos de la niña que suspiraba.

La pequeña alcanzó sus manos hacía los cristales

mientras en sus ojos se reflejaba su brillo,

y algo más... Su corazón se volcó.

Con un nudo en la garganta,

guardó los cristales entre sus ropas

y volvió a la casa del sol.

Llevaba en sus manos lo que prometió.

Abrió las puertas el amanecer,

el sol despertaba de su sueño;

estiraba sus fuertes brazos

y bostezaba somnoliento.

La vio frente a él.

En sus ojos dorados brillaron

los cristales plateados que la niña

le mostraba en sus dos manos.

Calló y, de nuevo, el corazón le palpitó.

Esos dos cristales que brillaban

cuales dos luceros recién nacidos

le hicieron mojarse los ojos

y, a los labios, sonreír rendidos.

”Ella no me ha olvidado...

Ella en mi ha pensado...

Ella...".

Y parecía que había vuelto a nacer,

sus flamas ardieron con vasto placer.

La niña, que yacía con las manitas brillando

gracias a los cristales de la luna,

lloraba agradecida

ante el latido omnipotente de su padre el sol

mientras, su madre la luna,

en su aposento nocturno

suspiraba profundo amor.

•

The Daughter of the Moon and the Sun.

Translucent, she wandered along the shore

of that sea of ​​stars that made her shine,

she begged pieces of the moon to make the sun happy.

Lost, she touched her temples,

bit her lips, hugged herself to her body;

she could not go back.

The sun could not accept it.

When she left, she promised to return with the dress moon

while the Sun laughed at her naivety.

She alone decided to prove her will.

The moon did not yield when she saw her cry;

she was silent, but she listened as if she were her daughter.

That poor girl,

excited to steal a piece from the moon,

did not know that she carried with her

the essence of the one who looked at her.

"A little piece of heaven, a bit of moon...

I ask only the opportunity to create in the sun

the happiness of smiling again!", she cried.

And the moon, in her silvery silence, sobbed.

Seeing that little girl made her return to the past,

to her love truncated by duality.

"You are a bit of mine...",

the moon murmured barely with the lips,

because in the throat the tremulous voice hid it,

and she continued sobbing.

And, while the girl was wiping tears,

from the moon sprouted two crystals

that fell slowly in front of the girl.

The moon was filled with awe.

She had dropped two pieces of her being without planning it.

Her heart trembled,

but she did not know if of fear or joy.

The crystals shone like a beautiful sky

before the eyes of the girl who sighed.

The little girl reached her hands towards the crystals

while her eyes reflected her brightness,

and something else...

Her heart turned over.

With a lump in her throat,

she put the crystals in her clothes

and returned to the house of the sun.

She carried what she promised in her hands.

It opened the doors at dawn,

the sun woke up from its sleep;

he stretched his strong arms and yawned drowsily.

He saw her in front of him.

In his golden eyes shone the silver crystals

that the girl showed him in both hands.

He fell silent and, again, his heart pounded.

Those two crystals that shone like two newborn stars

made him wet his eyes and, to the lips, smile surrendered.

"She has not forgotten me...

She thought of me...

She..."

And it seemed that he had been reborn,

his flames burned with vast pleasure,

and the little girl, who was lying with her hands shining

thanks to the crystals of the moon,

cried gratefully before the omnipotent beating of her father the sun

while, her mother the moon,

in her nocturnal room sighed deep love.

— Esu Emmanuel©

[esuemmanuel]

Me gusta mirarla de lejos; así, sin tocarla.

Para su piel no son necesarias mis manos, Ella es en sí misma mis ganas.

Para sus labios no son mis besos, mas si mis sueños.

Es en ese mundo de cristal donde nuestras almas se saben amar.

¿Cuántas caricias no le he dedicado a Ella con sólo mirar las estrellas?

¿Cuántos suspiros no he guardado en el viento al traerla a mi recuerdo?

Ella me abraza, me besa, me acaricia... Y yo me dejo hacer.

Soy para Ella lo que, para Mí, Ella es.

¿Caminar de su mano?

No. Caminar dentro de Ella.

¿Describirla?, ¿a Ella?, ¿cómo?

Si con sólo mirar hacia el firmamento, en una noche de luna llena, la puedo ver a toda Ella.

Ella está en el fulgor de cada estrella, en el brillo de cada cometa...

Está viva en la noche y dormita en el día.

Es la más bella ondina.

Oh, esas ganas..., esas ganas de tenerla en mis brazos para complacerla, ¡me traen loco!

¡Muero sin Ella!

Ya no me alcanzan los sueños, ya las horas me pesan.

¡La quiero aquí, conmigo!

¡La quiero entera!

La he sentido, aquí, en mis brazos...

En mis noches la he tenido besándome los labios.

La misma luna se ha quedado a mirarnos...

En sus ojos plateados, nuestros besos, ha guardado.

Y el Sol, ese celoso astro, no espera a que amanezca, pues se siente acomplejado.

Nos roba la noche, nos ata las manos.

Aún tengo su nombre tatuado en mi boca.

Fueron tanto los besos y tantas las horas.

Hacer poesía con Ella era crear mundos, era encender estrellas.

Hacer poesía con Ella era olvidar mi nombre, era renacer en sus manos, era colarme en el aire que suspiran sus labios.

¿Amar?

¡No lo sé!

¡Yo sólo siento que, con Ella, todo lo puedo tener!

I like to look at her from afar; like this, without touching her.

For her skin my hands aren't necessary, She is in my own desire.

For her lips aren't my kisses, but for my dreams.

It is in this crystal world where our souls know how to love.

How many caresses have I not dedicated to Her just by looking at the stars?

How many sighs have I not kept in the wind when I brought it to my memory?

She hugs me, kisses me, caresses me... And I let myself be done.

I am for Her what, for Me, She is.

Walking from his hand?

No. Walk inside Her.

Describe her? How?

If I just look at the sky, on a full moon night, I can see her.

She is in the brightness of each star, in the brightness of each comet...

It is alive in the night and dozes in the day.

It is the most beautiful ondina.

Oh, that desire..., the desire to have her in my arms to please her, it brings me crazy!

I die without her!

Dreams no longer reach me, and at times they weigh me down.

I want her here, with me!

I want it all!

I felt her, here, in my arms...

In my nights I've had her kissing my lips.

The same moon has stayed to watch us...

In her silver eyes, our kisses, she has saved.

And the Sun, that jealous star, doesn't wait for dawn, because he feels self-conscious.

He steals our night, he ties our hands.

I still have her name tattooed in my mouth.

They were so much kisses and so many hours.

To make poetry with her was to create worlds, to light stars.

To make poetry with her was to forget my name, to be reborn in her hands, to sneak into the air sighing her lips.

To love?

I don't know!

I just feel that, with Her, I can have everything!