Anteojeras rojas - Red blinkers - Bilingûal poetry
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Este poema forma parte de un Desafío de 365 días de poesía inspirado en la foto. Esta es mi entrada 95, espero les guste.
Cordial greetings!
This poem is part of a Challenge of 365 day of poetry inspired by the photo. This is my entry 95, I hope you like it.
Anteojeras rojas
mudando a cada instante de horizontes,
es lo que vemos desde este muelle.
Casi mar, casi recuerdo,
según la luz que ondula sobre el agua.
Y a bordo, en cualquiera de esos barcos,
va o viene todavía la parte de mi vida más errática.
imponen caminos con alertas que creen que salvan, pero matan.
Desde este barco se sienten más caminos que memorias
y, sin embargo, me vi una vez muy lejos de este mundo,
a muchas leguas de mi vida en un país de otra galaxia,
idéntico a sí mismo, pero nómada, con el sólido grito de sus piedras
gravitando en un ocaso casi blanco.
va conmigo a la intemperie, rodeada de mares infinitos
y el humo etéreo de sus barcos.
Esta misma tierra abatida, tiene un latido distinto
y un corte profundo que cicatriza en ambas manos;
incapaz de arrancarnos lo que amamos,
porque los que se van regresan,
aunque tengan otros amaneceres en los ojos,
el corazón siempre espera entre uno y otro muelle
y nunca parte.
Red blinkers
changing every moment of horizons,
is what we see from this pier.
Almost sea, almost remember,
according to the light waving over the water.
And on board, in any of those ships,
the part of my life that wanders the most is coming or going.
impose paths with alerts that they believe save, but kill.
From this ship you feel more roads than memories
and yet once I saw myself away from this world,
many leagues from my life in a country in another galaxy,
identical to him, but nomadic, with the solid cry of his stones
gravitating in an almost white sunset.
goes with me out in the open, surrounded by infinite seas.
and the ethereal smoke of its ships.
This same downed earth has a different heartbeat.
and a deep cut that will leave scars on both hands;
incapable of tearing out what we love,
because those who leave become,
even though they have other sunrises in their eyes,
the heart always waits between one dock and another.
and it never leaves.
09/02/2019
Photo by Sunyu Kim on Unsplash
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