gacela of the dark death

Lyrics

i want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries, i want to sleep the dream of that child, who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas, i don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood, that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water, i don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass, nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors before dawn, i want to sleep a while, a while, a minute, a century, but all must know that i have not died, that there is a stable of gold in my lips, that i am the small friend of the west wind, that i am the immense shadow of my tears, cover me at dawn with a veil, because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me, and wet with hard water my shoes, so that the pincers of the scorpion slide, for i want to sleep the dream of the apples, to learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth, for i want to live with that dark child, who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas