THE MOUNTAINS OF THE BLOODY VALLEYS OF THE SOUL

The fear falls on you;
And the anguish of living, consume you ...
Surely you will lie in bed;
By the solitude that you inhabit your soul;
Only you know concisely;
Where nightmares are purple;
And by the cold icy bond that surrounds it, they surround it ...
You are condemned to live in the shadows ...

II
Through the shadows of the deadly valleys ...
You will walk without sleeping in peace;
Because there is no death. nurseries
Then a black robe shall cover thy face;
In tenacious, fleeting desperation, tormentor ...
From your infinite tenuousness ...
That today you are, I see!

III
You are the picture of the fallen angels.
And you are in the bed that you are today, decrepit!
Lonely you live eternally.
Vulnerable! volatile!
Fall on the nails of depression on the cushion
And in the sad solitude, lamentation!
Weeping, afraid of our own tears ...
Because you have made your tongue hell.