(translation/version of Final)
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
Solitary life of intense love
under abnegated shadows…
Subjugated in a frozen hell
that burns inwardly, never outwardly.
The wind turns air into a pink whirlwind
whose aged flower mocks its song…
…Behind the veil of a tropical cloud
and near the reach of its majestic touch,
an infernal silhouette appears
that with an erotic twist takes him to hell.
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