Sopor Aeternus

No-one Is There

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears. But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...

I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but I do not care. The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...



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Au Revoir

Mi Verdadera Imagen

El mundo cede y se desploma
como metal al fuego.
Entre mis ruinas me levanto
y quedo frente a ti,
solo, desnudo, despojado,
sobre la roca inmensa del silencio,
como un solitario combatiente
contra invisibles huestes.

Subes desde lo más hondo de mí,
desde el centro innombrable de mi ser,
ejército, marea.
Creces, tu sed me ahoga,
expulsando, tiránica,
aquello que no cede
a tu espada frenética.
Ya sólo tú me habitas,
tú, sin nombre, furiosa substancia,
avidez subterránea, delirante.

Insiste, vencedora,
porque tan sólo existo porque existes,
y mi boca y mi lengua se formaron
para decir tan sólo tu existencia
y tus secretas sílabas, palabra
impalpable y despótica,
substancia de mi alma.

Eres tan sólo un sueño,
pero en ti sueña el mundo
y su mudez habla con tus palabras.




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