Aceite y sangre
de W.B. Yeats
En tumbas de oro y lapislázuli
cadáveres de santos y santas exudan
aceite milagroso, fragancia de violeta.
Pero bajo los pesados túmulos de pisoteada arcilla
yacen cuerpos de vampiros pletóricos de sangre;
sus mortajas están ensangrentadas y sus labios, húmedos.
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No, my kind of vampires don`t sparkle in the sun and don`t have emo hairdos. They most certainly don`t wear tons of make-up and don`t chase deer in the forest! For me, the vampire is the bloodthirsty mythological creature that inspired the gothic novels and brought to surface the fears of the subconscious. For me… the image of the vampire is Norferatu or Dracula, surely not Edward Cullen. The only romantic shades that I can accept are those given by Anne Rice in the Vampire Chronicles.
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