Verde que te quiero verde.Verde viento.Verdes ramas.El barco sobre la mary el caballo en la montaña.Con la sombra en la cinturaella sueña en su baranda,
Today in my hearta vague trembling of stars
To see you naked is to remember the Earth,the smooth Earth, clean of horses,the Earth without reeds, pure form,closed to the future, confine of silver.To see you naked is to understand the desireof ra...
Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.
No preguntarme nada. He visto que las cosas cuando buscan su curso encuentran su vacío.
I want to sleep for half a second,
چیزایی هم هس که عوض نمیشه. پشت دیفارا چیزایی هس که نمیتونه عوض بشه چون کسی نمیشنوهتشون .ترجمه احمد شاملو
لا تغطّوا وجهه بالمناديل،أريده أنْ يعتاد على هذا الموت الذي يحمله.
Ya suben los dos compadreshacia las altas barandas.Dejando un rastro de sangre.Dejando un rastro de lágrimas.Temblaban en los tejadosfarolillos de hojalata.Mil panderos de cristalherían la madrugada.N...
Today in my hearta vague trembling of stars,but my way is lostin the soul of the mist.Light lops my wings.
The night below. We two. Crystal of pain.You wept over great distances.My ache was a clutch of agoniesover your sickly heart of sand.
The children watcha distant point.Lamps go out.Some blind girlsquestion the moonand spirals of griefrise in the air.The mountains surveya distant point.
The Poet Asks His Love to WriteVisceral love, living death,in vain, I wait your written word,and consider, with the flower that withers,I wish to lose you, if I have to live without self.The air is un...
Ovo je prolog…Knjiga je pjesamakao umrla jesen:Stihovi su lišće crno na zemlji bijeloj.…A pjesnik razumijesve što je nerazumljivoi stvari što se mrzeon drugama zove.Njemu je znano da susve staze nemog...
La mia felice bocca nuovamente incontrare vuolele tue labbra che baciando mi benedicono,le tue dita care voglio teneree giocando congiungerle con le mie dita,
I alone with my undiscovered love,without heart, without tears,towards the skies’ impossible roofwith a huge sun to console me.
Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit,nor in the air, nor in our lives,nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.The genuine pain that keeps e...
از این دستایی که نمیتونم ازشون واسه یه چیزی کار بکشم که به درد خودم بخوره خسته شدم. من زخمیم، زخمی و تحقیر شده حتا پستتر از خاکی که میبینم توش گندم نیش کشیده، چشمهها از آب دادن دست ورنمیدارن، بره...
¡Qué esfuerzo! ¡Qué esfuerzo del caballo por ser perro! ¡Qué esfuerzo del perro por ser golondrina! ¡Qué esfuerzo de la golondrina por ser abeja!
You tormented