Como todo comienzo, no me convencen algunas cosas. Pero como empecé a traducir mis poemas del libro "Autoficción", quisiera que estos puedan dialogar con los otros, a ver qué pasa.
Gracias por la lectura y quizás algún comentario.
better
and there's
a better way
to say how
much i love you
and it's
singing it to you
and it's
murmuring it to you
talking to
you while kissing
your skin
your lips
your
nipples
your
fingers
sweet
labourers of love
***
love is
blindness
i try to
open my eyes
and i don't
want to see
that's the
reason
i move like
a sleepwalker
and u don't
wrap the night
around me
but u wrap
the siesta
around me
blindness
that
dangerous idea
that almost
made sense
at my
finger tips
oh my love
blindness
no more
touching u
for now
just
longing
and begging
for more
like a
blown out candle
blindness
squeeze my
hands
and kiss my
arms
take away
the pain
yeah my
dear
blindly
thanks paul
hewson (aka Bono) and u2 for the music & inspiration
***
New
moon in the
Chinese new
year
no light in
the night
just Sirius
blinking
up there so
far so near
behind the
clouds
that run
from
east to
west
she opened
this
to me
or better
say
I opened
this door
together
with her
she likes
to open
and closes
doors
I like
beginnings
may be I
should
change my
job
may be I
should
become a
midwife
but then
the road
is so hard
to walk
that
sometimes
it seems
the hardest one
and I keep
walking
despise all
the difficulties
the
darkness
the fear of
losing
myself.
then you
were far away
in a dream
that wasn’t mine
either
yours
in a world
that wasn’t perfect
but it was
calm
sounds like
water
coming and
going
no
fear of anything unknown
a perfect
normal doubt
appearing
now and then
like a
dolphin talking to you
in your
language under water
sounds and
voices warming
your space
***
question
who says
i'm in this
world
to say the
words
that keep
the warm
space
between
you & meirene ocampo, 2010-2011
