MY LADY OF THE RUINS

CALL MY EAR MISTERIOUS DARK DOOR,

AT THE END OF LONG STRING BEADS,

FIFTY HAIL MARYS OF FAITH… MY REQUESTS,

DISCOVERING LIFE AGAIN,

BETWEEN RUINS OF STONE DISPERSED,

STRONG COLUMNS, NO DWELLING,

MOONLEESS SKIES AND STARS

WALKED I TIRED TO YOUR SMILE,

IMMOBILE GLANCES,

LISTENED MY NAME YOUR EYES,

COVERED BY DUST OF THE TIMES,

HUNDRED OF BLADES AT YOUR SIDE,

ANGUISH REFLECTED, SWEET FACE,

LOVED SON NAILED AND DEAD,

INDOLENCE SUFFERED BY MEN,

ABANDONED RECLUTION…YOUR GLORY,

NOT EVEN A BLOSSON TO ROAM,

KNOWWING NOT WHO YOU WERE,

ROSELESS VIRGIN.

SRONGLY SHOUT THE OLD CANARIAN,

THERE SHE IS!, THE MIRACLE ONE, AHEAD

FOR FLOWERS I WALKED TIRED,

THE RED ONES, THE BLUE, THE WILD.

FROM NOW ON , AND THE TIMES,

MISSING NO BLOSSONS AND PRAYS.

MY LADY OF THE RUINS!.