пятница, марта 18, 2005

I am but a pagan,

dragging my cross along
Via Dolorosa,
seeking to enkindle
the light of my life.

I am but a creep,
traversing my filthy palms
via Dolores,
longing to saturate
the fire of my loins.

- ¡Adiós
para siempre! - she fires
into my eyes.
- Hasta
mañana, - I whisper, -
Vilna Dolorosa.

March 15-18, 2005

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