Me, Gaea and her Fury

About how Gaia itself should pay us back for what we had done to Her.

...and your trees fall, twisted and imposing  and long livin’.

And with far away crash-sounds, far away we’re startled around the globe.

And doesn’t cease the machinery. Rip your trunk and turn you inside out.

 

…and it comes harder… More penetrating, cutting with it’s ultraviolet glow

Escaping between huge holes of gases that dance in the summer sky.

And it’s so subtle!

So discrete and treacherous and assassin that rots our skin with its knife

 

…and taller, more dreamer and more exalted, the tops of the sea waves

Crash harder and harder.

Harder and harder the sea crashes, repulses and hangs over our ground…

Vomiting with disgust, to disgust us. Garbage.

And they come harder.

 

Thou hast warned.

 

And now mother Earth itself shakes. Just an itch I have provoked. And then another one, just another one and just another one. And it itched so hard, it’s now a wound.

Enough!

But it’s not my fault.

 

It’s not my fault! Don’t turn yourself against me, Earth, forgive for molesting you.

Forgive me…

Forgive everyone. Forgive each one, every man and woman and child and old that’s has ever scratched you, made you itch, made you hurt.

 

Don’t return your held-back fury nor you apocaliptic anguish.

Don’t spit flames from the skies nor closes your waters over the foundation, no!

Listen just a little bit, mother Earth,

bare a little longer and longer your open, bleeding wounds,

swallow a little longer your pain; hear me, for there’s an explanation!

We regret ourselves.

For poking you eyes, we didn’t meant it.

For castrating you, we didn’t meant it.

For burning you, freezing you, opening up your chest and take away your life, we didn’t meant any of it.

For hunting your children and killing them… and have been proud… and spread our longing for death…

and for the pain of your offspring:

our siblings, blood of our blood, whose feet

touch the same, the very same Earth ours do;

whose eyes see the same, the very same moon of our passions;

whose beliefs suffer the same-very-same doubts that ours.

 

For some time now, we’ve been hitting you, mother Earth, and slayed your children.

 

Now? Now come, mother Earth, and pay back with sin and horror your pain, your wound.

 

Eat us alive, we deserve it, yes.

 

Poke our eyes, castrate us one by one. Burn, freeze, take away our lives

Which we use to make yours a misery.

 

Your revenge was more than called for and our time,

has passed… Too late.

Over too late.

 

Don’t you stop if I cry, mother Earth, for you have cried and I pretended not to see your tears.

Also, don’t stop if I scream, mother Earth, for you have screamed, and I did heard you.

But I never even thought about stopping.

And at last, mother Earth, don’t stop if I beg, if I promise to be better, to change and to save you.

 

Don’t cease your vengeance, mommy

For I will not change

And your pain will not go away.

 

Caio Emmanuel

              08/08/09

Translated in 08/02/10

Author's Note

It was really hard to translate it without making it loose it's rythm, over that I used some pretty uncommon words in my language that I had a little trouble translating.
Other than that, I love this.