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viernes, 23 de noviembre de 2012

After the river


After the river

I carry the remorse that in my mind
There is little that can get to change
Because I only forced myself in attaining
To transform this day and the next

In something more than naked situations
Of the potency and its realization
Of all the force and its location.
Taking them as specific instructions

The possibility of that condition
Where the difficult is to maintain it
- Being the most complex to sustain it -,

And the power to maintain the affection
Free and firm for one who wants to see it
If my river can cross it swimming.

martes, 20 de noviembre de 2012

Dendritas proponen, Axones ríen


Mañana, con la pesadumbre
del ayer y el hoy a cuestas,
¿quién me chupará la pija
o la concha?

¿Quién me va a mecer
la mano tendida del ebrio,
y la del niño
lamiendo una moneda?

Vos no.

Vos, celulitis o barriga,
el no entrenamiento
heredado,
las lecturas no vividas
y el futuro resentido.

Y yo aquí
como tus hijos,
listo para la excepción
del repetir.

lunes, 19 de noviembre de 2012

Te hi d fu



Daring to look up
And so feeling the fullness of life
Already suspecting that the final is nesting
In the shelter of the personal censure.

Painfully imposed in the struggle
That accepts of the air its companion
And of the water its complete tyranny
That finally there would be something more than ground.

And the comforting embrace comes
The awaited smile appears
Just before the vitality changes

Exactly before it binds
The weight of those who want to see I doubt
Before the oath that scalds it.

viernes, 16 de noviembre de 2012

The affection and its witnesses


The affection and its witnesses

Everybody knows that you will leave me
That in your own way you will transform me into ashes
That as a picture drawn with chalks
From your heart you will try to erase me.

And with a stake of an old pine
Endured in the heart of one who sighs
I would have to light up the pyre
Subjecting the violence of my foresight.

What will happen of those who knowing us
Then, when they want to see us again
They will have to search for us in winter.

What will be of our terrible screws
In the moment they don’t recognize us
The power to accept what they gave us.

sábado, 10 de noviembre de 2012

Without time


Without time

With no more shield than the shadow of an oak
Whose branches accompany her waiting,
With exhausted steps given at the border
Wanting to reach heaven to see it noble

And having to be thankful for the days
Just like the nights now of former times
That conveyed the vision of motion
To continue building the arduous ways

For which she could get to understand
From only one inextricable point
The entire unending wingspread

From that reasonable question
Until the fair and pleasant silence
Toward which she will direct her aspiration.

miércoles, 7 de noviembre de 2012

The desire to flight



The mute and necessary ostracism
With which the intense desire is coated
Not only enabling to the immense
But closing the way to obscurantism

But that in him, with ability,
Allows his way to observe himself
While fervently aspiring to change
And get to be more than a possibility.

Because until yesterday he was postponed
Because until yesterday he wasn’t a pillar
But something else that he learned to silence

- Yet the resentment rounding his neck like a collar           
Yet the affections that he had to pile -
Both annihilated by an affirmation

jueves, 1 de noviembre de 2012

Life order


Life order

Not for challenging that the hail
Launches it impetuously to the ground
To see if it can give some kind of war
Not for dismissing the frail

That the leader makes to follow in the flock
When the time urges for breeding.
The mountain doesn’t look for the rivers
The way where the naught travels

Because they go through but not to battle with them
Far beyond the metaphors of fights
Where somebody speaks and you listen

More in the intent of the strong trout
- That are many for the claws of the bear
When spawning, they keep silent to the death.