viernes, mayo 30

Flaming June


I don't know if I was simply too weary to be witty, scathing or sardonic that day.

Instead, I was lucky enough to hear that name, it made me feel light-hearted. June...I felt like she could be my friend. I thought we would talk about books and life and lovers, poetry and politics.

The color of her gown was vibrant and liquid; juicy like overripe thai fruit. I could felt the gossamer folds running like water between her thighs; cool and silky on her fevered skin.

The ocean breeze caressed her, whispering accross her skin and coaxing the aroma of jonquils and baking bread from her hair. It carried the faint, delicious promise of summer rain.

I was wondering if it was the sun that had warmed her, or a lovers touch. I wonder if it was the exhaustion of ardor that tranquilized her or just the limpid peace of a perfect night.

I was brimming with contemporary disquiet, loaded with cares and concerns that June would find bewildering.

I longed for her contenment and langour. Sometimes I think if it was the beauty of a lie that made a bubble of stillness, and when it burst, the tang of salt on my lips tasted an effervescent dream...

I could stole her serenity for just a moment. It was that thought that cheered me.

I found solace in her.

eric

jueves, mayo 22

In the Wide World




在广阔的世界上,我想
万物是一致的.
禽兽、树林、沉寂的旷野
要呼吸,要变化 在悄悄之中发生……
星宿有它的缄默,岩石有自己的悲伤
要倾诉,要流泪
还要披上时空的风霜。



In the wide world, I think to myself
All beings are one.
Birds and beasts, forests, still wilderness
Want to breathe,
want to change inside quietly quietly......
Silent star, sorrowing stone
Want to speak, want to weep
Still want to scatter frost on empty wind.


eric

domingo, mayo 4

Clear to take off



Porque donde unas cuencas vacías amanezcan,
ella pondrá dos piedras de futura mirada
y hará que nuevos lazos y nuevas piernas crezcan
en la carne talada.

Retoñarán aladas de savia sin otoño,
reliquias de mi cuerpo que pierdo en cada herida.

Porque soy como el árbol talado, que retoño.

Porque aún tengo la vida.



Miguel Hernández