Lorca Series N˚001
About This Project
Ongoing Work in Progress // Editorial
Directed, shot + edited by Jordan Bayne
featuring Bea de la Cruz
THE POET BEGS HIS BELOVED TO WRITE TO HIM
My gut-wrenching love, my death-in-life,
in vain I wait for you to write me a letter,
like a withered flower I think rather than to live
without being me, to lose you would be better.
The air is everlasting; the lifeless stone
neither knows the shade nor shuns the gloom.
The innermost heart doesn’t need the frozen
honey that comes pouring from the moon.
But I suffered for you; ripped my veins,
a tiger and dove wrapped your waist
in a tussle of bites and lilies.
So now fill with words my madness
or let me live in the tranquil
night of my soul, forever in darkness.