Archivo mensual: abril 2006

Igual que dos lenguas de arena
que bajo el ansia se buscan,
a la tarde, entre el viento,
por causas que no nos atañen
no alcanzan
a fusionarse, dos lenguas
de arena somos, buscando
el ansia de la tarde estamos
al viento,
incómodos por la distancia
a uno y otro lado
y abajo
el Bósforo.

You play,
over the strengh of voice,
like the wind with our leaves
you play,
again with silence,
beside the invisible line
that may one day be crossed over
you play,
under the skin of time,
hidden glance looking inside
you play,
behind the space that surrounds music,
bitter tick-tock remembering
we are getting older
you play,
with me,
without me,
the game of games
that is our lifetime.

It is not the way you could look at me,
it is not that, for sure,
nor even the previous breath
that I would like to feel
if you may whisper something very close,
it is not that, for sure,
nor the light of your eyes, far,
that maybe that darkly falling night
would give a little bit of new light to my life,
but it is not that, for sure,
it is not the possibility, chance, random, venture
to watch or not to watch again your body,
young, dark, smooth, randy…
it is not that, for sure,
because I am sure of it,
that it is not that.