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As a young Miss
of the Sacred Heart,
.
I look to the ravages,
spoils of the venom
of the sin.
Lift up thy face
the old man of the time,
babbling.
Eyes
scorched by fury
carries the fear.
Maid
soul,
The Erynias drag you along.
if you allow
the fire claudicate.
In the difficult times that we live in Venezuela, with the greatest hyperinflation in history, it is very difficult, among many things, to publish books, especially on paper... However, there is good news! The Steem platform is a wonderful space that allows us to spread what we have been writing.... That's why today I wanted to share with all of you As a young Miss of the Sacred Heart, one of my experimental poems included in an unpublished book of poems called Viscosas Memorias de la Decencia (Viscose Memories of Decency).
I wanted to accompany it with an image of the great French illustrator Gustave Dorรฉ that was included in the 1900 version of Dante's The Divine Comedy. It depicts those terrible beings from Greek Mythology known as The Erynias.
