Rapine!

Death and Woman by Käthe Kollwitz

He caressed her,

as the beasts caress the angels,

with the nails spouting castor,

soft and piercing

caress to the sleepy heart.

Singing lullabies,
he approaches with deceit,
weaving the blanket of oppression,

with long interwoven beard

with a box of lenses

where he goes to spy from a distance,

like a predatory Sigil in the night,

looking for its prey,

its source of power...

Fearsome beast of incessant ruse,

dominating with words and fake charisma

the unsuspecting protectors...

With the plan under his arm,

he stealthily extends to the cavern where she rests...

Oh power of the gods!

those who mock,

who dare to send fearsome monsters

to the sacred places,

who dare to ruin the chaste and sacred temple...

Entering like a wild blast,

it seizes,

it impound,

violently tears,

manipulates,

and takes away...

seizes the subtle flower

and so proud of his feat,

deceives idiots who believe in his voice...

She's no longer free,

no longer enchanted,

no longer delighted,

no longer her own self...

She was destined to the days of light,

but goes out in the dark,

to the corners of silence,

so that she will never be touched again,

and there she tries,

wanting her voice back,

to sing...

She does not sleep,

the nightmare repeats

constantly

on closed eyes,

is all silent,

does not sing,

there is no rest ...

She is alone,

and alone

under the dark waters

glimpse the shadows...

and the fruit of the tear

is rotting in her entrails,

devouring the purity,

it screams,

begs,

the monstrosity collapses

and there she dies,

she fades...
the gods are mocking
fearfully,
knowing her destiny
they will perished...

In an attempt to be reborn

her skin is slaughter,

rudely skinned to believe,

returning forcely to light,

coming back to the waters

that once has sheltered her...

And there she is,

absent walker...

picking up every drop

of the salty nectar

storing it in her opened wounds
burning slowly in the bloodstream
hoping to return to the Sea...

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

Yolotletl

Neuatlepan tenamiki

Iuan ijkin neuatlaneki 

ma teuatl mistximokautsino nikan

Itech tletchanti

tenauatl yolotl

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Encounter ©

Tsikuri by Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©

This strange feeling,

his image is discovered among the fog,

trying to look inside the crystal clear water,

the fire screams...

the cautious spiral smoke is enveloped

with the fog of the sublime night,

oh! and she smiles,

Incestuous clear moon;

long fingers of shadows,

caressing the lovers' dreams,

a sweet touch,

subtle,

only the hands,

the power of surrender on a quiet night...

the silent sounds, the darkness and calm...

In the lagoon swimming,

the creatures of the night dance,

plotting the secret of the luminous ray

that pierces the hearts,

in their dances and their songs,

they stir the chalice that fecundates the rising sun ...

Tender lovers,

he already looks out,

his complacent smile

in the few seconds in which he can caress

his beautiful moon,

while delivering his magic upon awakening,

light, colour... and chaos...

Strange feeling,

its image is discovered in the clouds,

trying to look inside the turbid fire,

the water screams.

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

Seed

Pansexual Pride Dragon

My seed, the one who germinates,

the one who grows smiling in the temple of my entrails,

speaks to me... I listened

the rainbow shines from the radiance of his dreams, it whispers...

my beautiful sprout, my twilight of life...

Today you open to me with a song from your heart,

with your seven colors you define,

and you speak to me from the depths of your emotions,

I have felt, everything makes sense...

I knew... I suspected it, and I am happy...

Wonderful seed that grows, ascends strong and solid,

with powerful roots, of unicorns you dress,

and with the smile of the sun and the rain when they unite in love,

you're reborn... and open

My heart, full of love for you,

thanks you for the extension of your heart in your words,

sincere singing and trust ...

I love your flight, the multicolored flight,

your wings full of light and rainbows,

you rise... to be you

and I am there to see you be!

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

Close

Sacred prayer: Fire of my heart: warms, feeds and nourishes my soul!!!

The fire spoke,

its flames trigger the notion of this emotion

waiting for you I am

I have seen you, but not

oh subtle images performing the game

they move in spirals messing with my head

different faces that came, 

but they weren't you

different skins warming up this cells

they didn't want to...

the knots are made,

for each skin, 

one knot, 

ready to bring everything to the boil 

in the flames to let go

to be ready for you

come with me to the volcano nerve

to speak the language the fire only will understand

he will tight a knot of freedom for us

the feathers of the eagle will tell

the cravens will sing 

and the owl will bring the message for us

the doors will open in our head, 

we can see the light, the pure energy, the only one

and that little creature will descent to us, 

and we will call it son

from the Sun 

I am waiting, still... 

when the fire speaks about you, 

you are close, i can feel you, 

I don't want to get confuse... 

I sacrifice, i let go, i cleared the confusion, 

and the chalice is empty

So close...

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright 2017

Dream I

So far, and so close

the touch of your hands 

I don't forget

it has being a while since

your honey eyes 

get inside mines, is being a while...

But your touch, stills there

warm and candid

if I close my eyes

and I think of that day

I laid in your red grass

with the soft light of a Turkish lamp 

in your Marshal...

You are smelling good tonight, 

like Vervain in it deepest roots,

far in the darkness of the forest,

near the lake, deep...

your nervous lips like

some years ago when I posed

for the very first time in your land,

I know you and I don't at the same time;

Is your hair longer? I looks really good

I can tangle my fingers there,

is being a while, 

but your touch, I remember well

how to erase it from my skin?

tell me how, cos I wondered everyday,

you know how to do it, on me at least

with your self centered you, you know

out far, I dream, and you are

as the casual breeze in the sea,

and laying in the lies to see,

not to fast please, I know is going to be

the last time... not too fast

make it last

make it last

when I am gone

It's all that stays,

cos I'll be gone... 

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

Where?

New Nature by Christian Schloe

Where are you? I wondered anxiously still
I gave my hands to an empty chest drill
I found an eternal world filled with lighted waters,
wanting to hear your voice, like if he matters.

Among my skin and inner peace, I call your name
I'm begging the deformed shapes to draw your silhouette,
intensely shaking my brain to swap this carnival
at the end, you show up smiling like a curious animal

I have my hungry breasts waiting for your touch,
my hands are like anxious creatures into a pouch
is your soft warm torso like Holocaustic and sweetened
fragrances, plying my devious instincts frightened

and there you are, holding me in the distance within your silence
is what I think, embrace my chest, awake my seas with violence,
touch my comfort and wake me from this storm I feel
that is your absence; my love, tell me you still breathe

And if you are there, blow to the wind just to bring me your sight
under the warm light of this eternal nostalgic night
I surrender to your cruelty where you leave me intact
and loved, this feeling does not go, is a sordid impact.

Where are you? I asked, and there you are if I see
swimming between the roots of a sandalwood tree
solitaire and sublime, licking your wounds, sewing your scars
and myself, distant, lighting a fire to pray to the stars

For your wellbeing.

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

You!

Painting by Christian Schloe 

My profound spirit talks to me tonight,
as the moon rise over the clear hills
there are your eyes running around the clouds,
it talks to me: how good you are going to be !

I closed my eyes to see deeply the path,
seeing images of the things that matter
there were your eyes moving in circles
and I perceived: how good you are going to be !

Through the air that flood the night,
compelling fragrance of grass and mud
where your eyes were admiring the sense
I could feel: how good you are going to be !

As the sun set on the horizon above all
deeply my soul speaks to me in a soft voice
showing me inside your humble eyes
I definitely see: how good you are going to be !

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes)©Copyright

One

The Fisherman and the Syren by Frederic Leighton

One of those days,

he was staring up to the hills, waiting,

perceiving the colors in the horizon

while the sun was loving salt and hope.

It was that very day,

he decided to touch his deep mystery

the one that comes with the good and bad

and opened a door full of dreams and fears.

It was that day,

his soul decided to bring her in, to match his own

she who was indeed opening her own mysteries

and out of the sudden, two worlds combined to full

After that day,

compassion and passion rest in both hearts

the intensity is harmful at the same time glorious

brights and darkness are both a perfect match

After that day,

the sight of the horizon is lost, seems missing

but is not like that, is giving the chance to grow strong

to reborn as a new and colorful bird full of live

After that day,

they decided to die, so to be a new beautiful being,

so it says to grow stronger it has to perish first

and they did, commanding the new soul, both as one!

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright

Como miraba?

Y dónde está?
se pregunta... dónde?
él me llega como una hermosa
estrella entre los sueños más profundos
y se desvanece por mis poros alucinando
en mis entrañas en un éxtasis divino
y me eleva hasta su cielo
envolviéndome con su suave sabor

mmm
has visto amanecer hoy?
como brillaban anoche las luciérnagas
conteniéndonos en su luz
y aún esta mañana
resplandecen en mi alma
y allí tendido te veo
mirando el horizonte donde
el firme viento mueve lentamente
el sostenido y flexible bambú

Nadja Lopez (EtherSpes) ©Copyright