The Call of the Nymph
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One day a dragonfly came to my hand and died on it. It was delicate and ethereal and my desolate heart took flight over its ghostly wings to build the call of the nymph tale. The larvae of dragonflies are called “nymphs” and feed by waiting for their prey or even actively hunting them with ferocity. That led me to the metaphor of my particular creature, the spirit of a drowned lady trapped in a dark pond, and just like the larvae of dragonflies voraciously devouring souls to emerge like a graceful dragonfly and get released from the waters. She feels so cold down there. ©2003
Down here I hardly see the world through water lilies
rounded and edged distorted silhouettes
Under the waters my graceful being suspended
by a rope of weeds bound so tightly to my waist
It's so silent down here I can only hear
the hissing murmur of the distant river
It's so freezing so cold come to me my dear, my dear...
Won't you dare to break the glassy surface
of this shady pond?
there's no reason to feel fear if your heart is wise and pure
Are you afraid it is not?
Where do you hide?
Where do you go?
Why do you run away?
It seems it was ages ago
I last saw the shining sky
how many souls I may devour
to become a dragonfly?
And fly high
Down here I hardly see the world through water lilies
Aquí abajo apenas puedo ver el mundo a través de los nenúfares
siluetas redondeadas, recortadas y distorsionadas
Mi ser grácil suspendido bajo las aguas
por una cuerda de algas atada tan firmemente a mi cintura
Está tan silencioso aquí abajo, sólamente puedo oir
el susurrante murmullo de un río distante
Está tan helado, tan frío... ven a mi querido, mi querido...
¿No te atreverás a romper la superficie cristalina
de este estanque sombrío?
No hay razón para sentir miedo si tu corazón es sabio y puro
¿Temes que no lo sea?
¿Dónde te escondes?
¿Dónde vas?
¿Por qué huyes?
Parece que fue hace eras
cuando ví por última vez el brillante cielo
¿Cuántas almas he de devorar
para convertirme en una libélula?
Y volar... Volar alto
Aquí abajo apenas veo el mundo a través de los nenúfares
