Farewell Xana

VIOLATED ROSE
( To anonymous “Rosa” )

My pain does not live at my home,
but in a garden of centuries running
in his scathing uproar. The time, on fire,
the talent of this hour is suffering.
Of the wide city avenues,
the cars cross twisted line—
riders in motorbikes, without age
they came to approach me in my door.
One took me the clock. Another… The ring.
My golden cord broke.
And the inconstant room i smiled
while having my glance inside his.
Withdrew of the sash reddened weapon.
Kissed... Gave me the rose and my life.

HSS

Hiding Place

From " Into Darkness" by Hanna Wilmmer

Duet Hanna Wilmmer/ HSSoares

Rose ( from Rose Book )

Rose


My Garden's Rose, that burn in my Pot,
my enthusiasm daughter, my love martyr!
My great selfish passion strays the petals,
inner secret inhales you.

So, we are alone — I, fickle cicada,
you, ruby-red butterfly in flower—
you have with me a vine leaf,
to preserve beauty and bashfulness...

So what! so naked , fresh and reddish,
rose of Temptation, Impudicity,
you are the Sin itself:
and there is virtue in sinning...

— sin dying in you, bleeding in your thorns,
redeeming in a Wish the mean wishes,
enjoying itself for the Sense of smell
and loving for the Glance...

HSS

To Ludwig van Beethoven

For L. Beethoven


I hand over my body to your silence waters,
the arches of your hovering music ,
where the land voices, in his pasture
of clouds, they gleam like tears.
I do not feel more injured not even shocks.
My blood gushes slowly the violins.
And a light crucifies me on air
of rain, for your roses cut.

These roses that alter our day,
and they open in the afternoon the fingers plea
they are freed, birds, of clay.

touching, with his tortured form,
on the surface of blue thing contained and uncurbed
in this adage from stone and moonlight.