Taurus
Taurus after looking at a painting of Remedios Varo What delirious dream drew your yellow figure, winged bull, feminine face, horse legs, sad look and mustache you rise lost in a limbo created by you expelled from your house, the second in the zodiacal path away from your earth element you cross with visible resignation the constellations of the canvas and there is not enough space for you in catalogs and scholarly classifications there are no phrases that translate your drama using other phrases because the astral loneliness that you inhabit is only yours you come to me with an ignited arrow narrowly missing my eyes you come from the pit of the past, a dark bird carrying charcoal wounds in its beak you talk to me about the internal scorch that crying leaves the tedium that engulfs us for several days making it impossible to speak to others the links found between the departure of the man I loved (also Taurus) and your pathetic sovereign