Inheritor of Sin

Sleep, Mina!

Sleep softly.

Magnificent lady,

Queen of unparalleled honor,

Sleep!

There is no cure for your cursed error.

In my dreams, you are resurrected.

Of sin that was a consequence of love,

Ofthe rejection of a mother by her children,

Of the pitiful nature of crueltysuffered by a woman in love, 

I am terrified.

You remember!

When your adolescent daughter was giving birth to your grandchildren,

You were conquered by desire for your tall handsome lover,

And you were cursed. 

From the cradle, you were cursed by the gods of gloom.

They married you to the wrinkled hands of fear.

Sleep, Mina.                          

Oh, glorious sterling lady,

They deprived your lover from coming to mourn you.

The conqueror,

After you, became mute.

Like a criminal, he was humiliated. 

His body was found among the bushes of his sorrows. 

Sleep, Mina!

Your inheritance is mine as well.

In this distant ocean

I’ve memorized your mischievous melodies

For your western twins

Who have been invited for a feast in your absence,

At the fountains of life

To play music and sing songs, 

For your sacred wickedness.

Mina!

Sleep softly.

I have come with baggage full of your glances

To a land where it has been said

Love has a history

And a cure for sin.

Mina!

Sleep!

I will return. 

And

I will follow the last testament of love,

To the empty grave, if I find one next to you. 

17:00, November 25, 2014