Eder. Óleo de Irene Gracia
Iván Thays
Asylum. Fuente: blogtheasylum Love In the AsylumA stranger has comeTo share my room in the house not right in the head,A girl mad as birdsBolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.Strait in the mazed bedShe deludes the heaven-proof house with entering cloudsYet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,At large as the dead,Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.She has come possessedWho admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,Possessed by the skiesShe sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dustYet raves at her willOn the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.And taken by light in her arms at long and dear lastI may without failSuffer the first vision that set fire to the stars. Dylan Thomas
