Rosa asíntota 🌬️🌹

 

Rosa asíntota 🌬️🌹

"You remain
my power,
my pleasure,
my pain, baby...

To me
you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny...

Won't you tell me,
is that healthy, baby?
But...
Did you know
that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?

Baby,
I compare you
to a kiss
from a rose
on the gray...
Ooh,
the more
I get of you,
the stranger it feels, yeah..
Now
that your rose
is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray..."

Seal Samuel.

"While
you were gone
I tried to mend
my heart...
But I didn't know even where to start, I Rather be with you even when we fight...

I'll take all you offer,
Because
it's all the same...

The thorn
with the flower:
The pleasure
and the pain...
I'll climb up
that mountain
Because
it's you again...
I can't live without it
The pleasure
and the pain...

I love the way
that you keep it real...
You're not afraid
to tell me the deal and
You tell me when I'm wrong,
when I'm tripping out
'Cause a man like me,
needs a woman who
Who walk the wall and is a warrior too, but
With that comes
the truth and there is no doubt..."

Lenny Kravitz.

"We both lie
silently still
In the dead of the night...
Although
we both lie
close together...
We feel
miles apart inside...
Was it something
I said
or something I did?
Did the words not come out right?
Though I tried
not to hurt you...
Though I tried
But I guess
that's why they say:

Every rose
has its thorn...
Just like
every night
has its dawn...
Just like
every cowboy sings his sad,
sad song...
Every rose
has its thorn...
Yeah it does..."

Poison.

"Asíntota:
cosa que se desea
y que acerca de manera constante, pero que nunca llega a cumplirse."

Whittier.

"Tra le tante lingue difficili da imparare, c'è il silenzio."

Giovanni Govoni.

Los pétalos
son alas escamadas
de mariposas
que se abren y se cierran...
Se humedecen con el calor...
Se secan con la frialdad...

De todas los pétalos
los suyos los sigo viendo en la luz y la oscuridad...

Los labios son pétalos...

Las bocas son rosas...

Su boca es una rosa negra asíntota...

Una flor que
no
vuela
ni aterriza
junto a mí...

Su espina más dolorosa
no es la certeza
que en la
oscuridad
sus pétalos aterciopelen
la sed de polinizadores que no deseo imaginar...

Eso duele...

Velvet on blue
Velvet on bloom
Petals on blue
Petals on grey
Petals on black
Petals on bloom...

Su espina
más dolorosa
es esa lengua dificilísima de la que habla Giovanni:
el silencio...

Es una lengua
dentro de sus dos bocas...

No es un silencio
de partitura:
de blanca, de negra, de fusa o de semifusa...

No...

Su silencio
es digno de mí...

No es un silencio de dos bocas juntas o separadas...
Ni de miles de millas...

No...

Es un silencio de rosa negra asíntota:
deseo irrealizable...
Deseo glorioso...
Sin gloria...
De placer y dolor...

Rosa de Pothos...
Del erote del anhelo...

Y se que en algún lugar sus alas escamadas de mariposa se abren...
Sus pétalos dejan de ser capullo...
Su terciopelo roza desde su rosa oscura en la sombra...

Escribir esto me alivia tanto...

Aunque el anhelo siga paralelo a la realización...

Alfonso Abraham Amaya Rojas

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