Ángel añil
"un ángel de la muerte está en medio de mi habitación" Emmy Hennings
Allí, erguido y glorioso está el...
Sus patas crujientes, su vello azul,
sus dientes rojos cubiertos de mi piel
y sus ojos dulces y cálidos que me
adormecen de placer...
Ángel de la muerte junto a mi mesilla,
al lado de mi traje rosa de tarde de verano
y las zapatillas amarillas.
Le he invitado yo.
Después de gastar cada lágrima ácida
de las que nacieron conmigo,
decidí pedirle que viniese aquí...
Y Natanael, sensible y gentil,
quiere que hablemos ratos largos
y que me tiña las manos del azul de su vello
y de la sangre añil que hace brotar de sus sienes
para mi...
Voy a tardar un rato en morir...
There, erect and glorious, is he...
His crunchy paws, his blue hair,
his red teeth covered with my skin
and his eyes, sweet and warm, guide me to
fall asleep with pleasure...
Angel of death next to my bedside table,
next to my pink suit of summer afternoon
and the yellow shoes.
I have invited him.
After spending every acid tear
of those who were born with me,
I decided to bring him here...
And Nathanael, sensitive and gentle,
he wants us to talk for a long time
and then he dyes my hands with the blue of his hair
and the indigo blood he makes flow from his temples,
for me...
It will take me a while to die...
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