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
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