To celebrate this magical 17/7/17 I want to share this with you
My poem #77
Born in the middle of the night under the light of the first moon
As goddess of love, half man and half animal
Born of the nocturnal honey of Adan's dream
With a belly full of light and shadows
Born in the middle of the night under the splendor of the four Dawn's
Souls of Light and Shadow Souls, Souls of Eve and Souls of Adam
Born of the light darkness, believing to be less, becoming be more
Born beloved, wounded and disappointed already pregnant with light
With a broken heart and lost in darkness
With a bite of love opened the eyes of the soul
And to the gloomy evening only they have to travel
The thin thread of blood that watered Eden
Poisonous Blood that ran to the outskirts of Eden
And being penetrated by the blood of the darkest love
Hoping to be born of his taciturn belly
Millions of more generations of Adam and Eve
Adan's Dream Milk and Eva's Evening Belly Honey
A Venus with young of love, female mother of light and pain
Sitting next to the garden I'm aging waiting for true love
With a broken and broken heart of love and sorrow
Charging their children under the cold and humid night
Feeding one baby after another with her breasts full of love and sweet honey
Quenching your thirst in a cradle of roses
With bloody river water and beautiful honey
Food to the child, night after night
A goddess of love and animal, aged, taciturn and sick
Black and white meat with a dark belly full of light
Without ever giving birth, one night after a day, and every day after a night
Having abandoned his suggestive ideal world
For breaking their own rules of the game
With the warmth of your body, without hiding your desires more
Unleashing a hell on earth, by the taste of his kisses
An old Eva looking to find her Adam
Looking for every night through it, get to Eden
A paradise of pain and a hell of love
With the skin burning like fire every moment
With the bones trembling from the cold every moment
A part of Adam and a part of Eve in each soul
A heart split in two halves, half light and half shadow
Thousands of hearts filled with soul are reunited with paradise
Every warm day after every cold night, Every warm night after every cold day
For a moment they enter the paradise after a long road
And the thread of blood that water the Eden still does not dry.
Venus with calf of love for the half of its heart
Mars feeds its children with golden honey from a dark tree to the bottom of Eden
While the worms sing in the cold night under Eva's feet
While the worms eat the cold flesh of the sons of Adan.
Poem #77 by Elhoim Leafar, 2013
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