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Ligeia

Discussion in 'La Torre de Babel' started by Corazón Delator, Aug 9, 2006. Replies: 1 | Views: 1137

  1. Corazón Delator

    Corazón Delator Poeta recién llegado

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    Ligeia

    If only time could be sufficient
    to forget your embrace.
    I sold my soul to Ashtophet,
    I’m deadly scared to see her face.


    I can’t forget them,
    I’d always recognize
    the eyes of the lady
    the buried lady Ligeia.


    If only time could be sufficient
    to cure my bleeding wounds;
    I lit for you a burning candle
    and drowned forever in it’s wax.


    I can’t forget them,
    I’d always recognize
    the eyes of the lady
    the buried lady Ligeia.

    It’s breath taking, the anguish I am on
    I beg you mercy…
    I beg you mercy…

    Why are we doomed?
    Why are we doomed?
    I know I’m doomed.


    Your eyes are of such beauty
    that haunt me in my sleep.
    I so much wish I could only
    Remain buried so very deep.


    I can’t forget them,
    I’d always recognize
    the eyes of the lady
    the buried lady Ligeia.

    I can’t forget them,
    I’d always recognize
    the eyes of the lady
    the buried lady Ligeia.


    I miss you deadly
    I miss you deadly
    I’ll die with out you.


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  2. †•Luciand•†

    †•Luciand•† Poeta recién llegado

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    .:.Saludos.:.


    We´re so doomed
    when love makes us fools
    in an unforgetable tomb.

    Close to our brothers
    of Pain; such like monkeys
    following its duty and orders.


    ...................................

    En definitiva, que compraríamos caro el Olvido cuando más lo precisáramos si se nos diese la oportunidad verdadera;... pero cuando este Olvido no se negocia llegamos al estático estado de recordar hasta la saciedad. Como no podría ser de otra manera.

    En fin, compañero, un laborioso tema.
    A laborious theme...

    Fifty morbid kisses,
    Luciand.
     
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