Alguna vez vagué por las calles con el paso lento y la mirada perdida. En mi mente se revolvían demonios, de mi pasado y mi presente. Demonios que me robaban con cada paso mi futuro. No era nadie, no valía nada.
De la nada apareció ella: una dama pálida, con el rostro más bello, la mirada más profunda... no dijo nada, ni una palabra; no hacía falta que hablara. Su silencio me lo decía todo. Su silencio me atravesó de lado a lado, se adentró en lugares donde nadie llegaría nunca... nunca.
Se mantuvo distante, contemplándome... y me dio el placer más grande del mundo: me dejó también contemplarla.
Aún sigo perdida, confundida... vacía. Pero ya no me importa, pues la tengo a ella. Cada treinta días se asoma, me contempla desde la distancia... su mirada me atraviesa... y me deja contemplarla.

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One time far away, I wandered in the streets, slow steps, lost my eyes. In my mind demons revolted, from my past and my current days. Demons which stole from me with each step my future. I was nobody, I was worth nothing.
From no special place, she appeared: a pale lady, with the most beautiful phace, the deepest glare... she didn't speak a word; no words were needed. Her silence told me everything. Her silence went through me, side by side, deep into places nobody would ever reach... never.
She kept her distance, staring at me... and gave me the biggest pleasure in the world: she let me stare back at her.
I'm still lost, confused... hollow. But that is unimportant now, since I have her. Every thirty days she shows herself, contemplating me from far beyond... her glance gets me through... and she lets me stare at her.

 

By Machika
Translated by Vlad Israfel

Imagine a thin courtain freely on the sky, so delicate that you can believe it is an illusion. So thin that it lets your imagination fly with the full image of a silver disk, perfect silver carved in the black mantle. Like witnessing the wings of an angel, like believing again.
I feel observed in taciturn nightwatch, calmly staring back at me with it's only eye. It never gazes in another direction or closes it's unexistant eyelids. Like a cathedral, orchestrated with silence, remaining on one place, moving the world around her...
I'm under it's spell, in love. I want to reach her with my hand, but soon I learn that there are times in which love can not be touched.
It's gone now, it can't be forever mine. She departed to the west this night, falling into the horizon. Others will see it.

 

By Vlad Israfel

 

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