Luis Angel Maldonado
A tribute to L Y C I A
A tribute to L Y C I A
Intro .
Dear Daphne :
Are these The last thoughts before sleep (sun beats hard) in a strange day when
Everything is cold and Sorrow is her name ?
Nine hours later in the night of August ,
November or December I can't remember anything
after watching how The dust settles during the
Snowdrop .
I remember Nothing except for
The burning circle that makes
me Pray
On the horizon for
The better things to come .
This moment left me Frozen ... I found and
talked to The body electric .
I asked him for The return of nothing and
silence and distance .
Suddenly, a Nimble vision with a wise voice told me:
" The Goddess of the green fields has shown me a
Distant eastern glare .
Do not hesitate on walking Anywhere but home unless you feel
Sleepless or Bare .
When The morning breaks so cold and gray explain
Ionia , the Goddess of Fate ,
Where has all the time gone and -after
A brief glimpse - see how
A presence in the woods finally surrender .
The last day , The realization will take place
In the fire and flames
And through the smoke and nails you will see a
Wandering soul coming closer...
As The facade fades , you and the Goddess will
Sing like sirens this verse in the middle of the
Monsoon I (Anticipation) :
Feather of pork and bone of seal
winged spirits let my Goddess fall in her eternal dream
Watch the sun goes down and feel the night getting
Colder ...
Do not Wake her up no matter what you will see or feel.
Wait for The new day until These memories pass
and recite the second and final verse, now in the middle of the
Monsoon II (Aftermath) :
Elements from the earth and wind
Combine to set This decline free
Later , follow the road which leads to
Polaris and finish my Renewal in the
Wide open spaces in
The remnants and the ruins of this cruel
Desert .
When The bells toll, bow your head as I
slip away and keep saying "I am
resigned " until we Incinerate the killing
Time . "
That week, I spent A DAY IN THE STARK CORNER .
Down there , Drifting ,
waiting, I'm feeling C O L D but L I V E and
I O N I A 's spirit is still telling me:
"Do not forget my devoted son,
THE BURNING CIRCLE AND THEN DUST ..."
I wish I could W A K E her up of her eternal dream...
From foam (the green sea) in
Baltica , Granada .
Your sweet pygmallion
pygmallion
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: June 1997
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