tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16115186456564223212023-06-20T21:08:46.217-07:00The Cosmic Fox Poetry SpotLatin-american poetry, translated by Tomás de Sabina, aka The Cosmic Fox (@Cosmic_Fox on Twitter). Suggestions, comments and petitions are very welcome.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-9124899824892900392013-02-07T01:57:00.000-08:002013-02-07T01:59:48.369-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"T<span style="font-size: large;">o a</span> cat"</span> <span style="font-size: small;">by Jorge Luis Borges </span></span></b></i></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No mirrors are quieter</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">no more furtive the adventurous dawn;</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you are, in the moonlight, that panther</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">who is given to us spotted from afar.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">By an indecipherable work of a divine</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">decree, we seek you in vain;</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">more remote than the Ganges and West,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">yours is the solitude, yours the secret.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Your haunch allows the lingering</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">caress of my hand. You have accepted,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">from eternity that is already forgotten,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the love of the apprehensive hand.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You are in another time. You are the owner</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">of a closed ambience like a dream.</span></b></i><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-31733604059713932162013-02-05T06:11:00.000-08:002013-02-05T06:11:00.230-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Coveted, prohibited"</span> <span style="font-size: small;">by Jaime Sabines </span></span></b></i></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Coveted, prohibited<br />
close to me, one step away, sorceress.<br />
Offering yourself with your eyes to those who pass,<br />
looking at you, mature, overflowing,<br />
asking for your body to be their tomb.<br />
malignant young, virgin<br />
ignited, closed<br />
I'm watching and loving you,<br />
Your blood in turmoil,<br />
your head spinning and climbing,<br />
your horizontal body on grapes and smoke.<br />
You're perfect, desired.<br />
I love you and your mother when you are together.<br />
She is still beautiful and has<br />
what you do not know.<br />
I can't decide who I prefer<br />
when she fixes your dress<br />
and let you go in search for love.</span></b></i><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-57261394839433031132013-02-05T02:10:00.000-08:002013-02-05T02:10:14.857-08:00<h2>
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Art"</span> by Julián del Casal </span></span></i></h2>
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i>
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>When life, as immense burden,<br />
Weighs about the tired spirit<br />
And before the last God drifts burned <br />
The latter grain of fragrant incense;<br /><br />
When we taste, with intense eagerness,<br />
From all bitter poisoned fruit<br />
And boredom, with masked face,<br />
Confronts us on the vast road;<br />
<br />
The great soul, lonely and pure<br />
Despised by the petty reality,<br />
Finds in art ignored bliss,<br /><br />
As the halcyon, in cold obscure night,<br />
Seeking asylum in the mossy rock<br />
Inundating the blue sea of silver waves.</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-82835109870941107012013-02-04T07:53:00.000-08:002013-02-04T07:57:35.983-08:00<h2>
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Pupa"</span> by José Asunción Silva </span></span></i></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>When the girl, still sick</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>went out one morning</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and walked with hesitating steps</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the neighboring mountain,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>she brought between a bouquet of wild flowers </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>hidden a chrysalis,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>placed in her room, close to</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the little white bed...</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>.................................................................</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>A few days later, at the moment</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>when she expired,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and everybody saw her, with their eyes</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>clouded by tears,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>at the time of her death, we felt</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the faint sound of wings</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and we saw escape, flying away through</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the old window</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>opening onto the garden, a small</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>golden butterfly...</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>.................................................................</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I looked for the insect's prison, </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>now empty, with a quick view;</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>As I saw it, I watched the dead girl's</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>withered and pale forehead,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and I thought if upon leaving her sad jail</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the winged butterfly,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>would find light and immense space,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the campestral emanations,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>as they leave the prison that holds them</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>what would their souls find?</b></i></span></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-44184600888336669752013-02-01T03:18:00.000-08:002013-02-01T03:18:03.061-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Oblivion" </span>by Idea Vilariño</span></span></b></i> </h2>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When a soft mouth sleeping mouth kisses </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">as </span>dying then, </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sometimes when it reaches beyond the lips </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the eyelids fall full of desire </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">quietly consenting <span style="font-size: small;">like the</span> air, </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the skin with its silky warmth asks for nights </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the kissed mouth </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in its ineffable pleasure asks for nights, too. </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ah, silent nights, of soft dark moons,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">long nights, sumptuous, crossed by pigeons </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in an air made out of hands, love, given tenderness, </span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nights like ships...</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is then, in high passion, when the one who kisses</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">knows ah, too much, without respite, and sees that now</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the world becomes a distant miracle</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">opening deep summers on lips,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">abdicated by his conscience,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that he is finally forgotten in a kiss</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and a passionate wind undresses his temples,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">it is then, kissing, that eyelids descend,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the air shudders with a hint of life,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and what is not air</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">also quivers, the ardent beam of the hair,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the velvet of the voice now, and, sometimes,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the illusion populated by suspended deaths.</span></span></b></i><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-54063556232794994152013-01-31T03:41:00.000-08:002013-01-31T17:33:07.402-08:00<h2>
<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Shadow"</span> by Ricardo Jaimes Freyre </span></span></i> </b></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Oh, how cold is your hand! You laugh?? Why are you laughing? <br />
Your teeth collide. There's something strange in your eyes. Your looks <br />
cut like daggers. It hurts your laughter, <br />
I dread the cold of your stark hand:<br /><br />
Let me escape! The painful night has us already surrounded <br />
with the fright of its shadows ... There is an abyss at my feet. <br />
There is a clamor at the bottom of the abyss. Darkness <br />
gathers on the flanks of the mountain cleft.<br /><br />
Oh, this is not your hand! Why does the cold of this hand <br />
penetrates me right to my bones? Why does a scythe <br />
shines over my forehead ...? Can't you hear that vague beat, <br />
coming smooth and soft, like the echo of distant music?<br />
Oh, how sad is that rhythm that sighs in my ears<br />
and leads my eyes to the bitterness of my tears!<br />
Oh, how sad is that rhythm! Let me mourn. Oh, let me<br />
kneel! Maybe my lips know a prayer.<br /><br />
I am cold. I am afraid. Those shadows moving<br />
are ghosts intertwining at the brink...<br />
Do not drag me... I'm frightened... I fear the abyss.<br />
Let me flee... The flesh is already separating from my bones...<br /><br />
Oh, that spectrum comes towards me with outstretched arms, <br />
absorbing with his eyes my scorched pupils!<br />
My hands are stiff now, my eyes are dry<br />
and the wail of the chasm calls, cold and dreary.<br />
Lets go then. Can you see how the chain of ghosts <br />
pushes detached links to the bottom of the top?<br />
Come on now. Take me. I feel the beat of my veins<br />
adjust to the rhythm of the distant music;<br />
sweet and sad rhythm, swaying in the darkness<br />
harmonizing with my weights the caress of his wings,<br />
like a skiff<br />
swinging in<br />
the waves.<br />
Gently ... Slowly<br />
by the soft<br />
fugitives<br />
movement<br />
going extinct<br />
on the beach.<br />
undulating in the dark,<br />
the ghosts chain in its obscure dance...<br />
Lets enter now the depths of night and horror ...<br />
Oh, the love! Oh, the happiness! Oh, the joy!<br /><br />
Oh, the hope!</i></b></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-66174470909545637422013-01-30T01:37:00.001-08:002013-01-30T01:37:53.882-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"This is my love"</span> by Jorge Debravo</span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>This is my love, brothers, this effort </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>dense, mature, tall, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>these fingers agonizing and this </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>bunch of enthusiasm. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I love you not asleep: </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I love you fighting and working, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>making deicides axes, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>freeing. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I love what is revealed in you from gods </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>before fear and whip, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>what sweats, living and guerrilla </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>at the bottom of the american bone </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Being love, not more than flesh, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>fighting, not more than a step, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>fire, only a cry, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>human, not more than tree. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Note: "american" refers to a sentiment of brotherhood between all spanish speaking people in latin america.</span></b></i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-68319174155616529242013-01-25T07:01:00.000-08:002013-01-25T07:08:55.518-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Daughters of the Wind"</span> by Alejandra Pizarnik</b></i></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>They have come. </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Invading the blood.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Smelling of feathers,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>of needs,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>of crying.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>But you feed the fear</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and the loneliness</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>as if they were two small animals</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>lost in the wilderness.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>They have come</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>to burn down the age of the dream.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>A farewell is your life.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>But you embrace yourself</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>like the snake mad of motion</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>only finding itself</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>because nobody is there.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>You weep beneath your tears,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>opening the coffer of your desires</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and you are richer than the night.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>But it feels so lonely</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>words commit suicide.</b></i></span></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-76668566637128870812013-01-24T07:23:00.000-08:002013-01-24T07:28:09.951-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Drops of dust"</span> <span style="font-size: small;">by Dina Posada</span></b></i></span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></i></span> </h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>deleted doors </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>slippery dates </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>liquid city </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>emptying into my void </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>impossible walls </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>covered </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>by shady vines </b></i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I pull the scab of the years </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and reach my father </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>-closed landscape </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>book I never understood- </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and my mother </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>-stubborn survivor of tenderness </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>in words </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I populate a station </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>to abreviate the distance without exit </b></i></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-16368256143589106292013-01-23T03:37:00.000-08:002013-01-23T03:37:42.205-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"My Love"</span> <span style="font-size: small;">by Eugenio Montejo</span></span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My love moves in another body on this street </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I feel its footsteps under the rain, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">walking, dreaming, as in me long ago... </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are echoes of my voice in its whispers, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I can recognize them. </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It has the age once was mine, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a lamp that lights up on our encounter. </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My love embellished with the sea of hours, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my love on the terrace of a cafe </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">with a white hibiscus in its hands, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">dressed in the fashion of the new millennium. </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My love will continue when I'm gone, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">with another laughter and with other eyes, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">like a flame that leaped between two candles </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and stayed lighting up the blue of the soil. </span></i></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-63121113237030534352013-01-22T02:30:00.000-08:002013-01-22T02:39:46.117-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"I perceive the secret..."</span> by Nezahualcóyotl</span></span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I perceive what is secret, what is hidden:</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Oh you gentlemen! </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>So we are, we mortals, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Four by four, men, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will have to leave, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will have to die on earth... </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>No one will become jade, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Nor gold: </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We'll be preserved as dust </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We all will have to go </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>There, in the same way. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>No one will remain, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Perishing together, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will go, like that, to his home. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>As a painting </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will be erased. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>As a flower, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will dry out </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Here on earth. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Like the plumage vesture of the zacuán bird, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>From being the beautiful rubber necked bird, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will fade away </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We'll go to his home. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Sadness came along </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Turning those who live inside her </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Into spins... </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Meditate, gentlemen, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Eagles and Tigers, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Even if you were made of jade, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Even if you go beyond, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>to the place of the fleshless... </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>We will have to disappear </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>No one will stay. </b></i></span>
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-63041258535836488712013-01-21T01:47:00.000-08:002013-01-21T01:47:30.118-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Farewell" </span><span style="font-size: small;">by Gabriel Zelaya</span></span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Maybe, when I die,<br />
they will say, he was a poet.<br />
And the world, always beautiful, will shine without awareness.<br />
<br />
Maybe you won't remember<br />
who I was, but these anonymous verses I budded<br />
one day will echo in you<br />
<br />
Perhaps there will be nothing left<br />
of me, not a word,<br />
nor one of these words I dream today in the morning.<br />
<br />
But seen or unseen,<br />
but said or unsaid,<br />
I will be in your shadow, you beautifully alive ones oh!<br />
<br />
I will keep following,<br />
I will continue dying,<br />
I will be, not really knowing how, part of this great concert.</b></i></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-47851869570084853782013-01-18T03:22:00.001-08:002013-01-18T03:22:36.354-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Chronicle of an ordinary pedestrian"</span> by Harold Alva Viale</b></i></span></h2>
<br />
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>He lit the night </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The route of turned off pedestrians between traffic </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Shaken like a reflection multiplied in smell </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The fury of an arrow stopped on his tongue </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>There is nobody </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Only the shadow of his nightmares </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Only the sadness of all that he appoints </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>As a high relief of terror </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>At the door of his palms </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The certainty of death </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Its skeleton </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Approaching as the shot of God </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Approaching like a spittle </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>On the walls of his own skull </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The loneliness of showcases </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The rancor of history </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>On the grim runway of his paces </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Your street in his pupils </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Your fear </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>There is nobody </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Only this city </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Only the cables connected like veins </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>In the fauces of anonymous suiciders </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>His breath on windows </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>His eyelids consumed by this surface </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Of beings that do not assimilate </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The sword in the throat </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The tusk in the throat </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The bullet in the throat. </b></i></span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-13324072049327843072013-01-17T01:29:00.001-08:002013-01-17T01:29:48.287-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Last Toast"</span> by Nicanor Parra </span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Whether we like it or not </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>we have only three alternatives: </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>yesterday, today and tomorrow. </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And not even three </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>because as the philosopher says </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>yesterday is yesterday </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>ours only in memories:</b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>once the rose petals are plucked </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>it can not give us another petal. </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The cards to play </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>are only two: </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>today and tomorrow. </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And not even two </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>because it is a well established fact </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>the present does not exist </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>but insofar as that it is passed </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>and it has passed... </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>as youthfulness. </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>In short </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>we are left with only tomorrow: </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>I raise my glass </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>for that day that never comes </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>but which is all </b></i></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>of what you actually dispose. </b></i></span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-36348136068724000942013-01-11T05:14:00.001-08:002013-01-11T05:19:35.873-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span>n <span style="font-size: large;">M</span>emoriam</span>"</span> by Lourdes Espínola</b></i></span></span></h2>
<h2>
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Albert Camus</span></b></i></span></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Meursault with the sun in his eyes, </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>and humanity.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Confrontation,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>dichotomy</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>everything from the prism faraway:</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>suicide and the remainder.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Impossibility,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>indifference,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>mutilation of fears, guilt, dreams:</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>rite</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>daily and precise.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The same ending, but not beyond,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>and the day so radiant.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And again I can feel alive</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>the sleeping nerves</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>killed by age-old hands.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>When will men learn</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>not to...? The flayed heart </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>and the waiting.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>When </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>the marked date?</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>To sink into the mature</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>fresh knot of your mouth</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>and be born under</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>delayed tenderness.</b></i></span></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-84252808339436545892013-01-11T04:43:00.000-08:002013-01-11T04:48:26.401-08:00<h2>
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Nocturne"</span> by Rubén Darío</span></span></i></h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>to Mariano de Cavia</b></i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>You, who auscultate the heart of the night,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>who have heard in your persistent insomnia</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the closing of a door, the sound of a distant car,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>a vague echo, a slight noise ...</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>In moments of mysterious silence,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>when from their prison the forgotten arise,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>at the time of the dead, in the hour of rest,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>you will know how to read these verses impregnated with bitterness...</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I pour on them my pain as in a glass </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>of distant memories and dire misfortunes,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and the dismal nostalgia of my soul, drunk with flowers,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and the grief of my heart, sad with feasts.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>And the regret of not being what I would have been,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the loss of the kingdom that was in me,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>for a moment the thought I could not have been born,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>And the dream my life is, since I came into being!</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>All this comes amid the deep silence</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>when night enfolds the earthly illusion,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and I feel like an echo of the heart of the world</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>penetrating and touching my own heart.</b></i></span></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-21778440768273733082013-01-09T05:37:00.000-08:002013-01-09T05:41:11.794-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"If my hands could pluck"</span> <span style="font-size: small;">by Federico García Lorca </span></b></i></span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></i></span></h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I pronounce your name </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>on dark nights, </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>when the stars come </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>to drink on the moon </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and the branches of </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>hidden fronds sleep. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>And I feel hollow </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>of passion and music. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Mad clock singing </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>dead old hours. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I pronounce your name,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>on this dark night,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and your name sounds</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>more distant than ever.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Far more than all the stars</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and more sorrowful than the gentle rain.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Will I ever love you as I did </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>then? What is my heart </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>guilty of? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>If the fog is gone,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>What other passion awaits me? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Will it be quiet and pure? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>If only my fingers could </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>pluck the moon!</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>*Translator's note: </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>I used "pluck" to translate 'deshojar', which means to take off the petals or leaves of a flower </b></i></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-52912435861898791702013-01-08T05:34:00.000-08:002013-01-11T08:14:12.434-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"No <span style="font-size: large;">a</span>bandonment"</span> by Julia de Burgos</b></i></span></span></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The darkness died in my eyes,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">since I found your heart</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">on the window of my ailing face.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh bird of love,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">trilling deep, as a whole and lone bugler </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in the voice of my chest! </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There is no abandonment ...</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nor will there be ever fear on my smile.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh bird of love,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">swimming heaven in my sadness!</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beyond your eyes</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my twilights dream of bathing in your lights ...</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Is the mystery blue?</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Leaning out I contemplate my rescue,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">which brings me back to life on your gleam ...</span></b></i><br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-80999374920324045402013-01-08T04:41:00.000-08:002013-01-11T08:12:41.497-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Deity”</span> by Amado Nervo</span></span></b></i></h2>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>As the spark sleeps in the pebble</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>and the statue in the mud,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>divinity sleeps in you.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Only in a constant and severe pain </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>by colliding, from the inert stone springs the </b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>lightning of the deity.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Do not complain, therefore, of destination,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>for what within you is divine</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>arises only thanks to fate.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Endure it, if possible, smiling,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the artist carves life through</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>the tough clashing of the chisel.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>What do you care about bad times,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>if every hour puts a pen more beautiful</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>on your nascent wings?</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>You will see the condor in full height,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>You will see the finished sculpture,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>you'll see, soul, you'll see...</b></i></span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-5548255948109306772013-01-07T06:03:00.002-08:002013-01-11T08:02:03.234-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Tactic and <span style="font-size: large;">s</span>trategy"</span> by Mario Benedetti
</span></b></i></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></i>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My tactic is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to look at you </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to learn as you are </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to love you as you are </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My tactic is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to talk to you </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and listen to you </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">building with words </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">an indestructible bridge </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My tactic is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to stay in your memory </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I do not know how </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nor do I know </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">under what pretext </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but to stay in you </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My tactic is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to be frank </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and to know you are honest </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we won't sell each other </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">simulations </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">so, between the two </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">there will be no curtain </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nor chasms. </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">However </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my strategy is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">deeper and more </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">simple </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my strategy is </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that one day </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I do not know how </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nor under </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">what pretext </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you will finally </span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">need me. </span></b></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-22713771089586888792013-01-04T06:31:00.001-08:002013-01-11T08:00:54.891-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"When everbody leaves"</span> by Jorge Teillier</span></b></i></span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></b></i></span></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When everyone goes to other planets <br />
I'll stay in the abandoned city <br />
drinking a last glass of beer <br />
then going back to the town I always return to<br />
like the drunk to the tavern <br />
and the child to ride <br />
on a broken rocker. <br />
There I will have nothing to do, <br />
but to put fireflies into my pockets <br />
or walk on the banks of rusty rails <br />
or sit on the gnawed counter of a store <br />
so I can talk to former classmates. <br /> <br />
As a spider walks <br />
the same threads of its web, <br />
I will leisurely </span></b></i><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">walk </span></b></i>through the streets <br />
invaded by weeds, <br />
watching the pigeon lofts <br />
breaking down, <br />
up to my house <br />
where I will lock myself in, listening <br />
albums of a singer of 1930 <br />
without never caring to look <br />
the infinite paths <br />
set by the rockets in space. <br />
<br /> <br />
</span></b></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-77802034251853540942013-01-04T04:05:00.000-08:002013-01-11T07:55:31.665-08:00<h2>
<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Sand castles"</span> by Gioconda Belli</span></i></h2>
<h2>
<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></i></h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Why didn’t you say you were building </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>that sandcastle? </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>It would have been so lovely </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>to enter through its little door </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>wander the salty corridors </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>waiting on shell paintings, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>speaking to you from the balcony </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>with the mouth full of white and transparent foam </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>like my words, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>these light words I say to you, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>with no more than the weight </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>of the air between my teeth. </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>It is so beautiful to contemplate the sea. </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>The sea would have been so lovely </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>from our sand castle </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>licking time </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>with the vast and deep </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>tenderness of water, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>rambling about the stories they told us </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>when, as children, we were a single pore </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>open to nature. </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Now the water took your sandcastle </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>at high tide. </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>It carried away the towers, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>the pits, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>the little door we would have crossed </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>at low tide, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>when reality is afar </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and there are sand castles </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>on the beach. </i></b></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Reality and Desire"</span></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">by Olga Orozco</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>-To Luis Cernuda-
</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Reality, yes, <span style="font-size: small;">r</span>eality,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>th<span style="font-size: small;">at</span> lightning of the invisible </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>revealing in us the loneliness of God.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>It is this heaven, fleeing.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>It is this territory adorned by bubbles of death.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>It is this long table drifting away</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>where the diners persist, dressed by the prestige of not being pres<span style="font-size: small;">ent</span>.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>To each his cup</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>to measure the wine <span style="font-size: small;">that ends</span> when thirst begins.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>To each his plate</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>to enclose the hunger, extinguis<span style="font-size: small;">hed</span> without being ever satiated.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And <span style="font-size: small;">for</span> every <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">two</span></span>, division of bread:</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>the miracle reverse<span style="font-size: small;">d</span>, communion only in the impossible.</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>And in the middle of love, </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>between one body and <span style="font-size: small;">the other</span>, the fall, </b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>something that resembles the grim beat of wings returning from</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>[eternity,</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>to the pulse of a<span style="font-size: small;">n</span> underground </b></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>goodbye</b></i></span></span>..</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Reality, yes, <span style="font-size: small;">r</span>eality:</b></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>a closed seal on all doors of desire.</b></i></span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-21759758857408405372013-01-03T05:01:00.001-08:002013-01-11T07:34:07.421-08:00<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Bolero"</span> by Julio Cortázar</b></i></span></h2>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>How vain is it to imagine<br />I could give you all, love and joy,<br />itineraries, music, toys.<br />It is like that, certainly:<br />everything I have, I give it to you, true,<br />but everything I have is not enough for you<br />as everything you have <br />is not enough for me.</b><br /><br /><b>So we will never be<br />the perfect match, the postcard,<br />if we are unable to accept</b></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>solely in arithmetic<br />two comes from one plus one.</b><br /><b> </b></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Laying around, a piece of paper</b></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>that only says:<br /><br />You were always my mirror,<br />What I mean is, I had to look at you to see me.<br /><br />And this fragment:</b><br /><br /><b>The slow machine of heartbreak</b></span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>the gears of reflux<br />bodies leaving the pillows,</b><br /><b>the sheets, the kisses </b><br /><b><br />and standing before the mirror questioning</b><br /><b>each to himself</b><br /><b>no longer facing each other</b><br /><b>no longer naked for the other</b><br /><b>I no longer love you,</b><br /><b>my love.</b></span></span></i></b><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611518645656422321.post-71208242325128399962012-12-31T07:50:00.001-08:002013-01-11T07:26:23.999-08:00<h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Death Sonnets"</span> by Gabriela Mistral</span></b></i></h2>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></b></i></h2>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></b></i></h2>
<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I</span></b></i><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>From the cold niche where men placed you</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>I will lower you to the humble and sunny ground</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>That I too must sleep in it, men did n<span style="font-size: small;">o</span>t kn<span style="font-size: small;">o</span>w</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and that we<span style="font-size: small;"> wil</span>l have to dream on the same pillow</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>I will lay you onto the sunny ground, with a</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>mother's sweet care for her sleeping child,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and the soil will become a soft cradle</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>receiv<span style="font-size: small;">ing</span> your infant's body aching,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Then I will scatter dirt and powder of roses,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and in a bluish and slight dusting of the moon</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>your light remains will turn into prisoners.</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>I<span style="font-size: small;">'</span>ll leave, singing my beautiful revenges,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>And no hand will dispute in this </i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>hidden depth, your fistful of bones!</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>II</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>This long <span style="font-size: small;">fatigue</span>, will be greater one day</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and the soul will tell the body it does not want to go on</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>dragging its mass by the rosy path,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Where men, content to live, walk on</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>You will feel beside you, digging briskly,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>another sleeper comes to the quiescent town.</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>I<span style="font-size: small;">'</span>ll wait until they covered me completly...</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>And we<span style="font-size: small;"> wil</span>l talk for an eternity!</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Only then you will know why your flesh</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>did not mature for those profound bones</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>you had to descend, without <span style="font-size: small;">tiredness</span>, to sleep.</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>There will be light in the dark place of fate,</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>you will know our alliance was written in the stars</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>and once broken the huge covenant, you had to die ...</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>III</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>
</i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Wrong hands took your life from the day</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>when, at a sign of the stars, you left the set of</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>snowy lilies, blooming in joy.</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Evil hands entered tragically on it...</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>And I said to the Lord: - "For mortals paths they take
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">b</span>eloved shadow, they cannot guide!</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Tear him away, Lord, of those fatal hands</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>or sink him into the long sleep you <span style="font-size: small;">can give</span>!</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>I can not call him, I can not go with him!</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>His boat pushes a black wind of tempest.</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Return him to my arms or you<span style="font-size: small;"> will</span> reap him in bloom".</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>The rosy boat of his life stopped...</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Did I not know what love is, <span style="font-size: small;">had </span>I no mercy?</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>You, who will judge me, you understan<span style="font-size: small;">d</span>, <span style="font-size: small;">oh </span>Lord!</i></b></span></span></div>
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