Quien desnuda la vio, sufrió la suerte
del ciervo, el oso, el jabalí: La muerte
al impacto de su arma arrojadiza.

Quien amarla intentó, logró el rechazo.
Ésta no era la diosa del abrazo,
sino del pulso que se independiza.
Francisco Álvarez Hidalgo

Diana- Artemisa

***Diana- Artemisa
The forest was a murmur, it was the breeze
slight caress in flight that does not end;
kisses were the arrows in the quiver
Suspended from Artemis's shoulder.
Virginal hunter who improvises
trails, exceeds every obstacle,
the man is closed to a pin and a knocker,
and where nobody has walked, stomp.

The naked one saw her, she suffered the luck
of the deer, the bear, the boar: Death
to the impact of his throwing weapon.
Who loved her tried, got rejected.
This was not the hug goddess,
but of the pulse that becomes independent.***
Francisco Álvarez Hidalgo

digitally created with photoshop
Original content by Original content by @txatxy***