Someday, he will be enthroned in a paradise,
imbued in a kind of Gothic religiosity.
The semidarkness conceals an exalted state:
blood red, prefiguration
a singular destiny, exile.
Sacred geometry that passes through purgatory
of profaned love
reincarnated in promises of eternal joy,
supreme happiness that Nemesis condemns,
although it is light whose only contemplation
it makes disappear resquemores.
Redemption of transfigured self-love
at the climax of self-exaltation,
with masks waiting for autumn.
God of himself deceiving others,
He returns without mask,
another cape and another scepter.
Internal enemy as absurd as pure,
waiting for a turn to jump in a vacuum.
The vague sword of guilt
does not close the eyes of the goddess,
but a dark cloud rises
and calms the night's sleep
without ages, that dressed in twilights
and it's time and it's nothing
in the postponed ceremony
of a presence that changes color
among the rebellious branches
of an ineffable ego,
surprised in silence,
in the roar of a separate leaf.
Someday, he will be enthroned in a paradise,
the sacred geometry that goes through human purgatory.
Redemption of transfigured self-love.
The vague sword of guilt does not absolve,
but it condemn, because we are all false.
We all see the outside and never inside.
"Why do you look at the straw in your brother's eye?
and you do not see the ray that is in yours? "
Original from 
September, 15 de 2018
Thankful with 
The images are of Pixabay CC0 Creative Commons
1 - Justice
2 - Balance
3 - Sacred geometry
4 - Vampire
5 -Injustice
¡I hug infinite, 
For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply, THANKS.
