this is how want should be
how life should be lived
how passion embraced
how this longing for you
engulfed
as colorful as the new moon
deafening as a cherry blossom
colorless as the taste of your lips
sweet as your skin at morning
without order
like a kiss
“…like the earth you are necessary.” Pablo Neruda
like the wind of emotion that blows among the orange groves, you are;
like the horizon of a far away land,
like the moon red with pain,
like the clouds running in the mountains, you are;
like my mother’s womb,
like a soft coffee in an autumn afternoon;
like the surface of a mirror, you are;
like the dark warmth of my chest;
like the memory of a kiss, you are;
like sweet ice cream on a hot summer day;
like the breast of a madonna,
like a religious vow,
like a nun in a bar,
like the last note of an opera;
like the chapel on the mountain,
like silence;
like the imagination of a child;
like a goodbye between lovers,
like chamomile, you are;
like the infinite fall of the waves, you are;
like the waning and waxing of the moon,
like the taste of sea at midnight;
like biting a bottle, you are;
like rain in my mouth,
like incense,
like the fog on the bay,
like the moon reflected on the ocean, you are;
like singing,
like crying,
like the sleep of a child,
like dying alone,
like eating earth, like seducing the sun,
like sleeping alone;
and in spite of it all, you simply are,
and because you are,
i continue to be.
i slowly place them
on the ground,
my feet.
they have gone
without gratitude
all my life
they only wish
to feel the dew caress their skin
they ask only
that i do not weigh my life
upon their smile
it slowly wraps itself around my soul
i do not love you like that
like water rushing.
like this.
this now whose being stretches out
“…como la tierra eres necesaria.” Pablo Neruda
eres como la ráfaga de sentir que vuela entre los naranjos,
como el horizonte de una tierra siempre lejana,
como la luna enrojecida de dolor,
eres como las nubes corriendo entre montañas,
como el vientre de mi madre;
eres como el suave sentir de un café en una tarde de otoño,
eres como la superficie de un espejo,
eres como el calor oscuro de mi pecho,
eres como el recuerdo de un beso,
eres como una nieve dulce en un verano ardiente;
como el pecho de una madona,
como un voto religioso,
como una monja en una cantina,
eres como la última nota de una ópera;
como la capilla en la montaña,
eres como el silencio,
eres como la imaginación de un niño,
como un adiós de amantes,
eres como la manzanilla;
eres como el interminable tumbo de las olas.
como el menguar y crecer de la luna,
eres como el saborear el mar a medianoche,
eres como el morder una botella;
como la lluvia en mi boca,
como el incienso,
como la niebla en la bahía,
eres como la luna reflejada en la mar;
como el cantar,
como el llorar,
como el sueño de un niño,
como el morir a solas,
como el comer la tierra, como seducir el sol,
como dormir a solas;
y a pesar de todo, solo eres,
y porque eres,
sigo siendo.
I give you this day.
A spherical infinite view
Of colored rose petals on the water.
The slow scintillating sun on
Shimmering silver wings of
Desperate fallen angels.
The beat of my heart.
I give you this day,
And the finite number of infinite
Moments that engulf its being.
The resonant tremble of my
Memories of you. The seeing
Of my arrested emotions.
A day with only five seconds
To remember, and an eternity
To live through.
A day of soft sipping
Helados de nieve among the
Slumbering plaza benches
Covered in bougainvilleas.
A day as infinite as a child’s imagination.
The color of the air scented
With the morning breezes of life;
The smell of the morning fog
As it rumbles down the street;
Morning bread, clip-clop of
The horses, unending flapping
Of wings, songs of yellow-blue
Canaries on the backs of darkened
Earth-bound clouds, fresh carnations
And frozen dew drops on your eyes.
I give you the ever-ending moments
Which linger far beyond their life
And die giving all to this day;
This cover of sunshine, closed eyes
Among the crowds, serenity among
The hustle of bodies in the rain,
I give you the routinely elegant
Escape of the day, the predictable
Hope of thirst for everlasting
Raindrops on your tongue.
I give you this day covered
In the sumptuous assertion
Of life itself, the blink of eyes
Which transforms our worlds
In unspoken instances without
Order, the smiles that wash
Our beings into the rivers
Of our unpredictable
Destinies, caramel.
I give you this day
And the sweetness of itself,
The bitterness of itself,
The joy of itself,
The self of itself,
The drunken mumble of
Itself in laughter.
I give you a day
Of chamomile sips.
This one day of days.
This one luminous
Receptacle of a year’s
Worth of life, this one day;
I give you this life.
Good night sun,
Good morning moon.
I give you this day.
Azul – azul cielo, cielo, cielo y mar.
Canto, canto del suelo, suelo y cielo,
Cielo y mar, entre el mar y el cielo,
Suelo del mar, mar del cielo, azul.
Escucha el cielo, suelo de voz,
Voz del mar, entre el azul del suelo
Y el ardor del mar, suelo entre sueños.
Luna entre el mar y el cielo, sol.
Escucha el canto de la luna en el cielo,
Del sol dormido en el mar, del suelo
Resonando entre la tierra, canto, voz.
Azul cielo, azul mar, suelo ardiente.
Azul.
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Blue – sky blue, sky and sea
Song, song of the ground, ground and sky,
Sky and sea, between the sea and sky,
Ground of the sea, sea of the sky, blue.
Listen to the sky, ground of voice,
Voice of the sea, between the blue ground
And the burning of sea, ground among dreams
Moon between the sea and sky, sun.
Listen to the song of the moon in the sky,
Sun sleeping in the sea, of the ground
Resonating in the earth, song, voice.
Sky blue, sea blue, burning ground.
Blue
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