Poem
Felipe García Quintero
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whale
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whalestranded on the beach. Then I laugh. And my eyes that watch her
sleep become water in her ocean and my hands sand on the shore.
While she sleeps I think that maybe life gives itself up to the
earth just like the whales and that I try in vain now to move her
body towards the waters she does not want to go to anymore.
(1995)
© Translation: 2005, Nicolás Suescún
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whale
Mi madre gorda cuando duerme parece una ballena encallada
en la playa. Entonces río. Y mis ojos que la miran desde el sueño se
vuelven agua de su océano y mis manos arena de la orilla.
Mientras duerme pienso si la vida se entrega a la tierra como
las ballenas y si en vano ahora intento mover su cuerpo hacia las
aguas que no quiere más visitar.
(1995)
en la playa. Entonces río. Y mis ojos que la miran desde el sueño se
vuelven agua de su océano y mis manos arena de la orilla.
Mientras duerme pienso si la vida se entrega a la tierra como
las ballenas y si en vano ahora intento mover su cuerpo hacia las
aguas que no quiere más visitar.
(1995)
© 1995, Felipe García Quintero
From: vida de nadie
Publisher: Altorrey Editorial, Madrid
From: vida de nadie
Publisher: Altorrey Editorial, Madrid
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When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whale
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whalestranded on the beach. Then I laugh. And my eyes that watch her
sleep become water in her ocean and my hands sand on the shore.
While she sleeps I think that maybe life gives itself up to the
earth just like the whales and that I try in vain now to move her
body towards the waters she does not want to go to anymore.
(1995)
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
From: vida de nadie
From: vida de nadie
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whale
When my fat mother is sleeping she seems like a whalestranded on the beach. Then I laugh. And my eyes that watch her
sleep become water in her ocean and my hands sand on the shore.
While she sleeps I think that maybe life gives itself up to the
earth just like the whales and that I try in vain now to move her
body towards the waters she does not want to go to anymore.
(1995)
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
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