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Eugenia Sánchez Nieto

The Domain of Havoc

A naked man walks under the rain
in the silence of his house he writes the last book
amid people he plays the guitar
a sustained voice unleashes fervour
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousands of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

On the patio of the house
a woman in love bathes her husband’s back
she waits for silence to whisper her secrets
he beautiful in his nudity removes the white heels
words of varied colours and sound are in him
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousand of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

It is a night of death
this city inspires fear, silence offends, stabs
oh! brutal releases, the ground sweats
a shadow becomes gigantic on the wall
Segovia the walls shed blood
a naked man walks under the rain
his open eyes look at the sky.

Dominios del estrago

Dominios del estrago

Un hombre desnudo camina bajo la lluvia
en el silencio de su casa escribe el último libro
en medio de la gente toca la guitarra
una voz sostenida desata el fervor
noches calientes, pieles húmedas
Segovia los muros sangran
en ese cuerpo, miles de cuerpos
sus ojos abiertos miran al cielo.

En el patio de la casa
una mujer enamorada lava la espalda del marido
espera el silencio para susurrar sus secretos
él en su hermosa desnudez quita los tacones blancos
palabras de múltiples colores y sonidos habitan su estancia
noches calientes, pieles húmedas
Segovia los muros sangran
en ese cuerpo miles de cuerpos
sus ojos abiertos miran al cielo.

La noche para la muerte
esta ciudad da miedo, el silencio injuria, da puñales
¡ay! descargas brutales, el suelo suda
una sombra se agiganta en el muro
Segovia los muros sangran
un hombre desnudo camina bajo la lluvia
sus ojos abiertos miran al cielo.
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The Domain of Havoc

A naked man walks under the rain
in the silence of his house he writes the last book
amid people he plays the guitar
a sustained voice unleashes fervour
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousands of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

On the patio of the house
a woman in love bathes her husband’s back
she waits for silence to whisper her secrets
he beautiful in his nudity removes the white heels
words of varied colours and sound are in him
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousand of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

It is a night of death
this city inspires fear, silence offends, stabs
oh! brutal releases, the ground sweats
a shadow becomes gigantic on the wall
Segovia the walls shed blood
a naked man walks under the rain
his open eyes look at the sky.

The Domain of Havoc

A naked man walks under the rain
in the silence of his house he writes the last book
amid people he plays the guitar
a sustained voice unleashes fervour
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousands of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

On the patio of the house
a woman in love bathes her husband’s back
she waits for silence to whisper her secrets
he beautiful in his nudity removes the white heels
words of varied colours and sound are in him
hot nights, wet skins
Segovia the walls shed blood
on that body, on thousand of bodies
his open eyes look at the sky.

It is a night of death
this city inspires fear, silence offends, stabs
oh! brutal releases, the ground sweats
a shadow becomes gigantic on the wall
Segovia the walls shed blood
a naked man walks under the rain
his open eyes look at the sky.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère