Anverso- Obverse - Bilingûal poetry

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"Tú eliges hacia dónde y tú decides hasta cuándo, porque tu camino es un asunto exclusivamente tuyo"

Jorge Bucay


Anverso


Está lleno de pájaros el mundo.
Cielo de invierno, espacio reflejado
en otro más profundo y más vacío.
Todo lo que mis manos tocan, vuela.
Y un pájaro silbó una delgada flecha.
Y sentí que el amor era una flecha
que en música se derrama
y se enaltece entre alas.

Alzo la mirada y no hay nada.
y vagan como luz de lámpara, mis ojos
buscando esa mirada ajena que se abraza a uno,
que se asfixia en el abrazo
y al fin se escapa y ve desde la orilla
cómo se hunde y pierde luces el alma
y no encuentra unos ojos donde asirse.

Quizá morimos sólo porque nadie
quiere morirse con nosotros.

La pausa incolora quiebra el silencio.
O, tal vez, la frase sin fin que cuelga a medias
del hilo de la araña en ese limbo
que abre un corredor para el otro:
suenan sus pasos, sube, se detiene
y uno de nosotros se adelanta
y cierra bien la puerta.

Nadie se muere por nadie,
morimos solos.

La ira, el ego y sus máscaras, la serpiente
enterrada, las lentas erosiones,
la espera, el miedo, el estallido
y su anverso: en mí se diseminan.
Amor domesticado, masticado,
en jaulas mentales:
lo que devoras te devora,
tu víctima también es tu verdugo.


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"You choose how far and for how long, because your path is exclusively your own business"

Jorge Bucay
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Obverse

The world is full of birds.
Winter sky, reflected space
into a deeper, emptier one.
Everything my hands touch, flies.
And a bird whistled a thin arrow.
And I felt that love was an arrow
that in music is spilled
and is exalted between wings.

I look up and there is nothing.
and wanders like a lamp's light, my eyes.
Looking for that other's look that embraces you,
that suffocates in the embrace
and finally escapes and sees from the shore
how the soul sinks and loses lights
and he can't find any eyes to hold on to.

Maybe we die just because no one
wants to die with us.

The colourless pause breaks the silence.
Or, perhaps, the endless phrase that hangs halfway down
of the spider's thread in that limbo.
that opens a corridor for the other:
his footsteps sound, he goes up, stop
and one of us goes ahead
and close the door tightly.

No one dies for anyone,
we die alone.

The ira, the ego and its masks, the snake
buried, slow erosions,
the waiting, the fear, the explosion
and their obverse: in me they are scattered.
Love domesticated, chewed,
in mental cages:
what you devour devours you,
your victim is also your executioner.

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Written by Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero.

28/11/18

The images are from of Pixabay Creative Commons:

Mountain by aatlas
Glacier by aatlas
Ice-climbingby Simon

Separator:
Cat

For your kind reading...THANKS






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