quinta-feira, julho 19, 2007

The wait is over.- XFC

Sometimes one has an irresisitible wish to pick up a pen and write down the flush emerging from oneself. Well, that impulse came up today after getting up. It was a poetic push. Maybe too spontaneous, who knows, but it had anyway a woman's name.

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1.-

ayer llorabas
otoño fresco

mis miles de dedos
exploraban
tu cabello
espantando derrotas

fue aún ayer
cuando llorabas


yesterday you were crying
fresh autumn

my thousands of fingers
explored
your hair
to put defeats away

it was still yesterday
when you cried


2.-

y al fin
la esencia se torna
aliento o brisa
o recuerdo
por el borde
itinerante
de tu sostén

estrenas
pálpitos


and finally
essence becomes
breath or breeze
or remembrance
along the frame
of your bra

you premier
sensations

3.-

repoblarte
galopar tu vientre
surcarte infancia

y tu voz
destiñe hierbabuena


repopulating you
galloping your belly
sailing you childhood

and your voice
is fading mint


4.-

hoy
yo goloso
me hundo en tu cuello
y fluyo
marea
a tu ombligo

atardece
cuando te excitas

odiseas
de sábanas transparentes
y fragmentos húmedos de silencio

así
lentos
fusión y
atardeceres

today
I
greedily
sink in your neck
and flow
like a tide
to your navel

the sun sets
as you get excited

odysseys
of transparent sheets
and pieces of wet silence

and so
slowly
mergers
and sunsets