I rest in the lap of his fine and burned arms

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I rest in the lap of his fine and burned arms

Death… forget my son, get away from the heat of his sick body, and go away to the fire of the eternal flame. My son is an immortal being; you can never be his mistress or his shadow in the darkness. He’ll only be master of his pure love, of his free love and without sleeplessness…

Without pause, I rest in the lap of his fine and burned arms. Arms warm like the fire of the fire, although you death stalks him incessantly in his fragile dreams. And I rest, and I rest my exhausted body, scorched by the burning rays of my desert. My dry mouth can’t pronounce those names, nor those phrases that encourage my heavy walking…

Death… forget my son, get away from the heat of his sick body, and go away to the fire of the eternal flame. My son is an immortal being; you can never be his mistress or his shadow in the darkness. He’ll only be master of his pure love, of his free love and without sleeplessness…

Maika Etxarri
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Soy un espíritu libre poeta, enarbolando la bandera de la paz y libertad, en este universo existencial. Vivo en el eterno presente, aquí y ahora, bajo el poder del amor, sin la incertidumbre del mañana, sin la esclavitud del nuevo orden establecido mundial. Maika Etxarri Escritora, poeta, blogger y fotógrafa Autora del libro: La rosa del desierto
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