My BeD.....Mi CaMa

No hay un lugar como mi cama…..y no hay quien me conozca tan profundamente.
Guarda mis secretos y mis recuerdos, mis esperanzas y mis desilusiones.
Ve mi verdad y esconde mis mentiras y mis miedos.
Mi cama sabe de mi corazón roto y mis sueños perdidos, y sabe cuando lloro y porque lloro abrazada a la almohada, y me ve acurrucarme de dolor….pero guarda silencio….un silencio ensordecedor….una quietud que hiere.

There’s no place like my bed….and there’s no one who knows me so deeply.
It keeps my secrets and my memories, my hopes and disappointments.
It sees my truth and hides my lies and my fears.
My bed knows of my broken heart and my lost dreams, it knows when I cry and why I cry hugged to my pillow, and it sees me snuggling down in pain…but remains in complete silence…a deafening silence….a stillness that hurts.

To My BeD (Roque Narvaja)

I make and undo my bed
I shake off pieces of my dreams in flames
Betraying shadows of love hide their face.
A white sheet falls like the snow falls on the mountains
And I fall into your soft hands.

Square Babel Tower
Like Penelope knits anguished
And unknits frightened my nudity.

My beds knows everything I am and I can be
And she doesn’t desert me, she doesn’t desert me.
My bed bleeds every wound that scares me
And at night she rocks me and sings.

I open a chiffon door, I give in my body, she hugs me
And I put away my fists under the pillow until tomorrow.
Is my necessary mother, imitation of peat, watchdog
While she whispers her lullaby sharpens her paws.

My beds knows everything I am and I can be
And she doesn’t desert me, she doesn’t desert me.
My bed bleeds every wound that scares me
And at night she rocks me and sings.

I make and strip my bed
I separate the grain from the weed
And through a path of nothing I go back home.

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