A place in my dreams, on which I hang my thoughts. "Written poetry is the most vivid expression of our shipwreck, which is the most intimate name of our destiny." (Eugenio Montejo)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Aria (J. S. Bach) - My Love (Eugenio Montejo)
My Love (E. Montejo)
In another body my love walks along this street
I feel her footsteps under the rain,
walking, dreaming, as in me long time ago ...
There are echoes of my voice in her whispers,
I can recognize them.
She has now an age that I had,
and a lamp that lights up when we meet.
My love that get embellished with a sea of hours,
my love on the terrace of a cafe
with a white hibiscus in her hands,
dressed in the style of the new millennium.
My love that will remain when I leave,
with other laugh, and other eyes,
like a flame that jumped between two candles
to stay illuminating the blue of the earth.
(translation: g.c.)
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