...E C L I P S E...

He didn't care about nothing

but he wanted it all,

He dragged me into the holy war

and snatched my hate away.

There is sunset in the plenty day

with a black moon

and clouds of stigma,

his steps over my land

and and his contempt without exit.

In the haze undone

his gaze is poking;

It is lifeless goodbye 

It is trap of gold;

consummate vigil

into the color of those eyes.

It's not afternoon, It's not night,

It's not day or tomorrow,

there is no blood in the car

of the battered woman.

Whispers are falling

as incomplete rain,

palpitations of meat

from homicide on the planet.

Over me, over him,

Eclipse's revenge;

under his feet:

fear of matrices.

Who prays for him

as buried star,

crying more than that time,

while she was crucified?

It is the eclipse of an angel and a devil

stealing light from forces,

walking on the steps of boyfriend,

pursuing an agonizing truce.

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

Close your eyes

Close your celestial eyes ,

and sleep in melancholy.

but before we leave, I want you to know that the whispers

of illusions will die without agony.

Before the contemptuous silence of yours,

that will shut seasoned

the sound of our love,

I want to hear the latest murmur

your cold heart.

So it's welcome now

the eternal solitude.

This is the night of the end I sense,

I can only say goodbye

and sleep without insomnia;

I can only say goodbye and break me

with tears of icelandic affluent...

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

. M A R Í A .

 Search for her in the field

of your bitten dreams,

She is the poison in the years

of the forbidden winds.

Her spell needs for vice

to make it beat in your heart,

and her next soul is born in martyrdom

of the angels-owners of the reason.

 

Why is  she frightening and strange?

Why is she insensitive and inhumane?

Why it she intangible in the glare of the people?

Why should she die in the light of her sister?

Because she chose to walk

in the kingdom into oblivion,

because she was not born to love,

because she is María, the daughter of the Abyss.

 

And because she lives in the forest

of the sharpened memory,

ready to turn back

the time that has not passed

and move the hours into her favor,

save kisses in her dreams

(that today she will see achieved),

leave hugs in her flashes

and in the scented hatred.

 

María will keep on running

without knowing what is before her eyes,

and will believe hers what she goes taking

as if she was able to defeat

the heart that is dangerous,

the heart that is powerful...

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

B E F O R E T H E H E L L

Photography from the author, taken in Chilean Patagonia.

Heaven, the place where you could be with me, but you must depart now with a fallen angel, while I'm just a wounded angel. 

And there, in the country of arrows, tears and stars are sparkling like lost lights holding each other.

I hear your voice searching for answers and making dead echo in my head, wich agonizes every minute without you.

I want to leave and start another world of meadows and rainbow, but you leave me here by my own in this land, and go with her to the amazing torment.

Over my head there are a thousand tornadoes cornered from you as chained skulls. There is no turning back, I still hear your voice, it's the singing melody before going to Hell ...

And the distressing beat  incinerates my sword slowly, soon I will have no weapons to fight your demons; but my face remains unveiled without the mask of hate, revenge or past, to tell you how much I need you next to me and how much I've missed all these huge years.

I'm a girl and you're already an older man, but the days don't pass for both twin souls, we are equal before the mirror that reflects the perspective of the heart.

Look at your face in the pond and question who you are, your inner voice will scream the truth.

The justice of my sickle will destroy the darkness.

Milza López, extracted from the Poisoned Arrow and other texts, 2007.