DENTRO DE MÍ
Dentro de mi
hay un ser inexplicable...
Inconforme
con la transparencia aguda del misterio
inquieto
con la imposibilidad opaca del milagro
irritado
con la palidez mórbida de la realidad...
Dentro de mi
hay un ser inviable...
Insatisfecho
con la monotonía vulgar de los caminos
insaciable
en los contornos estrechos que enredan el cuerpo...
Dentro de mi
hay un ser inalcanzable...
Ausente
de las fronteras injustas que asfixian las almas
distante
de las puertas atrancadas que callan los corazones
fugitivo
en noches enloquecidas de densas estrellas
viajero
en alas visionarias de claros poemas...
Dentro de mi
hay un ser insondable
desencontrado
incoherente
alucinado
incomprendido
atormentado
pero, FELIZ, AMANTE y POETA
en las largas noches de Luna...
Maria Lua
NO MEIO DE MIM
No meio de mim
há um ser inexplicável...
Inconformado
com a transparência aguda do mistério
inquieto
com a impossibilidade opaca do milagre
irritado
com a palidez mórbida da realidade...
No meio de mim
há um ser inviável...
Insatisfeito
com a monotonia vulgar dos caminhos
insaciável
nos contornos estreitos que enredam o corpo...
No meio de mim
há um ser inatingível...
Ausente
das fronteiras tortas que asfixiam as almas
distante
das portas trancadas que calam os corações
fugidio
em noites enlouquecidas de densas estrelas
viajante
nas asas visionárias de claros poemas...
No meio de mim
há um ser insondável
desencontrado
incoerente
alucinado
incompreendido
atormentado
mas, FELIZ, AMANTE e POETA
nas longas noites de Lua...
Maria Lua
Versión de Pedro Casas Serra
(“De Lua e de Estrelas...”, 2005)
Dentro de mi
ResponderExcluirhay un ser inviable...
Insatisfecho
con la monotonía vulgar de los caminos
insaciable
en los contornos estrechos que enredan el cuerpo...
Bello ese afán de extenderse hasta el infinito.
Hermoso, muy hermoso poema, Maria.
Un abrazo.
Pedro
GAMMABLIXT
ResponderExcluirThe Moon
shines
on a cat
Meow
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SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.
Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
Is Nature naught but extension.
Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.
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As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.
My Poems
My wallpaper art Babes!
Sexuality introduces Death to Being; and indeed Life simultaneously. This is the profound Myth of the Eden. The work of the Serpent. Bringing us out of "blessed" Standstill. So, in contrast to the mindless pietism of vulgar Christianity, my personal "Christo-Satanism" should be given serious thought by the Enlightened Few, the Pneumatics, the 1% Outlaws. The Light Bringer must be rehabilitated, beacause if not, the All of it simply doesn't make sense: true Catholicism is necessarily Meta Catholicism.
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The Higgs Boson. We've got a problem here. If the Higgs boson's got a mass, which is indeed what established theory predicts, then there by definition must be at least one more Higgs boson mediating the first one's gravitation. So the total amount of Higgs bosons immediately goes infinite (and gravitation itself must be nonlinear and convergent). How to escape this dilemma? Could anyone explain?
My philosophy
Arthur Rimbaud, Max Jacob, Saint-John Perse, René Char, Henri Michaux, Roger Kowalski, Peter Ingestad...
LE FRUIT DU CIEL
Un orage nocturne illmuna maintenant l'Amazonie, franchis les Andes, envoya des jeux de cartes gigantesques et frappantes en bas à la Pampa –
Puis: petit déjeuner à melon; café fumant!
À la bague du cigare tu lis, étonné: GÉOGRAPHIE.
My prosepoetry in French:
Poétudes
Et je traduise la poésie française en suédois:
Ordgaller
Schwarzes Birne!
Aufforderung zur Erotik.
My poetry in German:
Fremde Gedichte
Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles
que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –
En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;
chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.
Mi poesía aproximadamente española
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Eutonal
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- Peter Ingestad, Sweden