Poem
Jorge Gaitán Durán
I JUST WANT
The snow ceased quickly, like music.Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.
© Translation: 2004, Dina Moscovici
QUIERO APENAS
QUIERO APENAS
Presto cesó la nieve, como música.Pájaros y verdes cruzan por el frío.
Vas a morir, me dicen. Tu enfermedad
es incurable. Sólo puede salvarte
el milagro que niegas.
Mas quiero apenas
arder como un sol rojo en tu cuerpo blanco.
© 1997, Jorge Gaitán Durán
From: Si mañana despierto y otros poemas
Publisher: Igitur/Mito, Editorial Colcultura
From: Si mañana despierto y otros poemas
Publisher: Igitur/Mito, Editorial Colcultura
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I JUST WANT
The snow ceased quickly, like music.Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.
© 2004, Dina Moscovici
From: Si mañana despierto y otros poemas
From: Si mañana despierto y otros poemas
I JUST WANT
The snow ceased quickly, like music.Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.
© 2004, Dina Moscovici
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