La Tríada Escarlata (III) / The Scarlet Triad (III)

[Lazos Terrenales]

Pero las raíces que se hacían a él todavía no lo liberaban,

tendría que volver a la ciudad hasta poder romper con ella para siempre.

El camino de regreso se hizo difícil, el mármol tan frío

le calentaba el alma como cuando era acundado por la ternura maternal.

Y la ciudad se espejaba en sus ojos y marcaba su piel,

tanto como lo hizo su padre al dejar de ser. Él, tan terrenal,

cuando se entregó a la metamorfosis se convirtió en polvo,

azul y brillante, que abrazaba a la hermosa novia,

y que se incrustaba también en la piel de su hijo

formando hermosos arabescos, que pocas veces se dejaban ver,

y que eran tan cambiantes como los ojos que le había dado su madre.

El desierto, frío y extenuante por las noches, era además

un paraíso en el que podía existir plenamente.

Sus elucubraciones cobraban vida y llenaban la atmósfera.

Entonces abandonaba sus ropas y se entregaba a sus visiones,

y bailaba con ellas hasta que caía exhausto.

Entonces veía como el polvo radiante en el cielo

era imitado por el recuerdo de su padre

y reía estrepitosamente hasta caer en un sueño profundo.

El sol pronto golpeaba su piel y todas las señas desaparecían.

Cubría su palidez y retornaba su marcha hacia la gran ciudad.

No volvió al desierto hasta dos semanas después.

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[Earthly Bounds]

But the roots that held him wouldn't let him free just yet,
he would have to go back to the city until he could let go
of it forever.
The road back was dificult, the marble so cold warmed up his
soul the same way it was when he was cradled by the motherly
tenderness.
And the city reflected in his eyes and marked his skin, just
as much as his father did when he stopped being. The father,
so earthly, when turned himself to the metamorphosis, became
dust, blue and bright. Caressing the beautiful bride, and
at the same time going into his son's skin, making beautiful
drawings, that few times were shown. They morphed and changed
as much as the eyes given by his mother.
The desert, cold and exausting at night, was also a paradise
where he could fully exist.
His lucubrations covered life and filled the atmosphere.
Then he would give his clothes up and submit to his visions,
he would dance with them until he'd fall extenuated.
Then he would see how the radiant dust in the sky was imitated
by his father's memory. And he would laugh like a mad man
until he fell into a deep sleep.
The sun would soon hit his skin, and all the signs would
dissappear. So he would cover his paleness and returned to
the city.
He didn't go back to the desert until two weeks later.