The young martyr, by Penumbra
Título: The young martyr
Autor: Penumbra
Disco: The Last Bewitchment
Año: 2002
I remember
Your heavenly face underwater
Admiring its whiteness
Under the moon rays
And the life going out
Of your magnificent wounds
Wraps up of red your naked flesh
On your pearly nails, the subdued light
Gleam under water in a deep silence
And your veins, in a complexe network
Draw on your skin tree rootsYou who sleep for ever
In your cold shroud
Shall the disgrace fall on
Your holy misfortune
Which sentences for its crime
Your suicided spirit
And puts on its face
An accusing appearanceYou, who sleep for ever
In your cold shroud
Shall the disgrace fall on
Your holy misfortuneYour dark hair, as an oil slick
Stays on the surface, refusing to sinkIt tries to make believe of a last hope
It dances on the waves, unlifed, unlifed.
Esta es una anécdota enviada por un empresario de México, que se le ocurrió mientras vacacionaba en Estados Unidos. Luego de leerla, estarán de acuerdo en que merece que lo ayudemos en su venganza y de paso disfrutamos de unas ricas galletas.