wama

Otro dia no se que de febrero

La reina se mira por el espejo llorandose. El espejo esta oscuro como la tierra o la noche que viene. Ella se sienta y llora. Lleva una corona sencilla y su cabello esta escondido atras de su cuello elegante. Sus gotas diluvian por su vestido largo -- como un rio de tela y lagrimas. El rio mana por un lago pequeno abajo de las pies de la reina. Es un lago con olas y pescados que brincando. Brincando.

Sometimes I just want you to understand me. I insist that you speak Spanish that we can share some language that is not this harsh brusque thing they use for business transactions. La lengua de los pinche gringos. But I will speak it for you if you will speak it for me. and one day I’ll answer your beautiful flowing español with a rich thick arabe that does not hurt your ears.

But for now you just need to know that the queen is crying -- her mirror shows nothing but black skies and she cries a river that melts into a small lake below her feet under her skirt. The lake has waves and fish. The fish and the waves jump.

posted by la kara @ 03:09