This image is © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2011 – All rights reserved.
*You have burnt my womb…
winged old man..Time uncertain.
A nightmare of musical quicksands,
laming my body pore by pore…
cell by cell, as a drop in a dark cave.
Your voice awakening the presence of Death,
the reason for my breathing, submitting.
You have avoided my longing fear,
such is the heart of the Angels of Life,
never looking for compassion or love,
never offering the last cup of blood,
never troubling the desires of old.
And I was left in dread..since then.
No dates to be written on a journal of faith.
Inside..the Soul knows and lives with age.
But in the twisting of my delusion,
in the rapids of the throbbing veins,
I have been touched by your serenity,
Felt that the sands were the stars,
calling all men and women of the Earth,
to procession along the Light.
To wave the waters of our emotions,
a Heart of mystical Power, Life.
Breaking the Silence of lost souls,
upbringing new castles of stories,
manifesting what we can´t see…
and seeing what we can´t know.
Strange that I can feel you in throbbing.
Manly…and still sexless…
Cold…and yet.. burning,
Pure…and for ever, corruptible.
as my own flesh…
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2011 – All rights reserved
This composition has been entirely done with my own photographs, blended and treated with Photoshop tools.