Kathaarsys - Doomed In The Black Abyss

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I ACT
First reflection,
“el sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (Francisco José de Goya)

<< In the bottom the silence reemerges,
An eye-catching brightness hurls between the watchtower
Someone pronounces a few senseless words and begins the suffering of the monotonous dawn …
The wind bangs the door, someone suffers and someone estimates the profits
Nobody seems to import it
The voice bites the darkness and hope:
-He dies
It continues listened this cursed noise being:
-The dusk cries, and the humble teat of my haunt rains softly. Remember it my son, it’s important …
-I had lost in this damned black abyss.
I had consumed all my existence in vain,
the revenge of the old spirit ancient will never arrive
and this dawn will leave only rottenness.
In our imperishable affliction.
Now blossoming the mantle of winter and death

Doomed In The Black Abyss

He talks

Doomed in the black abyss
and all my existence in vain…
Will never arrive the revenge from the ancestral old spirit
The dawn leaves pieces of rottenness
In the everlasting misery

Lost in the black abyss
and all my existence in vain …
the revenge of the old ancient spirit will never arrive
The dawn leaves pieces of rottenness
in the everlasting misery

I know the meaning
(the rain still remain)

Through the insane sap
extends the thought and the death
And I feel the frost melancholy of the wind

We walk towards the cold,
We observed the lost passing
And the eternal pain of dusks…

I´m sorry, I don´t try to say anything

The unravelled majesty
Mysticism in the dead forest
The pain reflected in the eternal river of suffering
We can verify it,
the sadness drew up its footpaths
towards the abyss
towards some unknown place

Nobody can save me

I have exhausted the fragility that surrounded my steps
But I had not deciphered the masterful enigma.

The spirit wolf rambles solitary at the mountains
During a moment I watched fixedly in this saddened sea
And I underwent the fear of the existence

The melodies sounds confuse
in the ethereal infinity of wind

And the land is drained in my hands

I lost the hope in the days
while a milliard of twilights speak
The pain, the measurement of the existence
breaks every day eternal hedonism
the inert artifice
of the hope
senseless hangman, willow of the rot

Here is the landscape
here is the suffering

When the bitter morning comes,
forged in fire and evil arts,
nothing yet will make sense,
when the bitter morning comes,
like in my dreams,
like vain in verse …

Here is the landscape
here is the suffering

I don´t want that understand anything
The bitter farewell of the rain
collects the meaning of my life and of my death

wouldn’t understand an agony
provoked by so real dreams
wouldn’t decipher illusions
neither in flights nor patronages ….
like verses in vain ….

wouldn’t see that the life is false,
neither the ochre colour of the Sun …

If for an alone moment you were crossing the opium door
would come to the threshold of the suffering, but not ….

-I know well about I´m talking, I had come to say goodbye