Luis Eduardo Aute
Miscellaneous
Alevosia
More than love, what I feel for you.
is the evil of the animal,
not the stubbornness of the wild boar, nor the fury of the jackal...
It is the soul that becomes jealous with criminal instinct,
it is to love, until it hurts,
like a blow from a dagger... oh, love, oh, pain...
I love you with treachery...
I love you with treachery...
I need to confuse your skin
with the cold of metal,
or perhaps with the cruel flash
of a fragment of glass...
I want your feelings to be pure mineral,
comet dust in the wind
of sidereal space. .. oh, love, oh, pain...
I love you with treachery...
I love you with treachery.
I envy nothing of the voracity
of your lover most lethal,
she awaits your fatality,
I claim the immortal,
the spirit that inhabits
your most carnal beauty,
that light that resurrects
original sin... oh, love, oh, pain.
I love you with treachery
I love you with treachery...oh love....