Publicación en Tonguas (Poem #45 y Sosiego Nocturno)
Sosiego Nocturno
Estamos solos mi sombra y yo,
la noche desciende.
- Pierre Réverdy
la noche desciende.
- Pierre Réverdy
Respirar la noche
hasta verle los huesos.
Encontrarse con la oscuridad,
manos vacías.
La palabra se convierte en eco.
El cuerpo sufre,
arrugándose, descuida su forma.
Así pasan las primaveras
luego todo se seca y cae,
como nosotros.
El hilo de lo desconocido
cose el tiempo
sin retractarse.
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Poem #45
Being able to learn presupposes being able to question.
- Heidegger
A being
that is inhabited
by this night.
In this silence, an
encounter.
Moments
constellations of memories
woven in my skin.
And this space is infinite,
spreading, out
beyond the sounds.
Behold
morning has arrived
and with it, a question.
This is not my life,
being of nothing or being.
And I whisper to myself:
Who is filling the blank spaces?
that is inhabited
by this night.
In this silence, an
encounter.
Moments
constellations of memories
woven in my skin.
And this space is infinite,
spreading, out
beyond the sounds.
Behold
morning has arrived
and with it, a question.
This is not my life,
being of nothing or being.
And I whisper to myself:
Who is filling the blank spaces?
me encantan<3
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Todo muy bien, el blog...este poema, el almendro en flor de Van Gogh...Te importaría pasarme una versión en castellano del poema 45?
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