Sunday, February 27, 2011

L'attesa

the wait is almost over by anbri22 listen
the wait is almost over, a photo by anbri22 listen on Flickr.

The wait is almost over

[l'attesa è quasi finita]

Monday, February 14, 2011

Just like from the deck of a ship

just like from the deck of a ship by anbri22 listen
just like from the deck of a ship a photo by anbri22 listen on Flickr.

[como de la cubierta de un barco]

... and as an association of thoughts,
If this seems like the deck of a ship,
if today is the day that is ... I stay here
with Neruda's verses passing in my mind ...


Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.


Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.