wolfwater

Quisera eu seguir por outra estrada, um caminho sem espinhos, sem saudades Quisera eu viver só, sem choros e ouvir entre a mata e as árvores o sussurro do vento Quisera eu receber as tuas carícias nocturnas

Proudly I stand, legs apart, feet firm on the floor, like roots of an oak penetrating the earth. My body blooms gloriously, my lips and womb a fertile land of pleasures, my bosom a feast of delights. My arms and hair flutter they burn and fly, rising towards the skies. So here I stand, like a pagan goddess of old.

I have walked forever, the night chills my soul, my bones ache with the cold. My spirit falters and I fall, connecting with the grassy floor of this dark forest. I can never return. Cast away from all whom I loved, without either knowing, I no longer rise. I listen to the silence, and the cold emptiness that will deliver me to that final despair. So I lay here and wait, in this dreadful darkness, until Death or hunger takes me.