Poem
María Mercedes Carranza
I’m afraid
Look at me: fear inhabits me.Behind these serene eyes, in this body that loves: fear.
Fear at dawn for inevitably the sun will rise and I’ll have to see it,
when the sun sets because it might not come out tomorrow.
I watch the mysterious noises of this house that crumbles,
the ghosts, the shadows surround me and I’m afraid.
I make sure to sleep with the light on
and I get my hands on spears, shields, illusions.
But then perhaps it takes only a stain on the tablecloth
and again terror overcomes me.
Nothing calms me, nothing soothes me:
neither this useless word, nor the passion of love,
not even the mirror where I can already see my dead face.
Listen carefully, I shout it: I’m afraid.
Tengo miedo
Tengo miedo
Miradme: en mí habita el miedo.Tras estos ojos serenos, en este cuerpo que ama: el miedo.
El miedo al amanecer porque inevitable el sol saldrá y he de verlo,
cuando atardece porque puede no salir mañana.
Vigilo los ruidos misteriosos de esta casa que se derrumba,
ya los fantasmas, las sombras me cercan y tengo miedo.
Procuro dormir con la luz encendida
y me hago como puedo a lanzas, corazas, ilusiones.
Pero basta quizás sólo una mancha en el mantel
para que de nuevo se adueñe de mí el espanto.
Nada me calma ni sosiega:
ni esta palabra inútil, ni esta pasión de amor,
ni el espejo donde veo ya mi rostro muerto.
Oídme bien, lo digo a gritos: tengo miedo.
From: Tengo miedo
Publisher: Editorial Áncora, Bogotá
Publisher: Editorial Áncora, Bogotá
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I’m afraid
Look at me: fear inhabits me.Behind these serene eyes, in this body that loves: fear.
Fear at dawn for inevitably the sun will rise and I’ll have to see it,
when the sun sets because it might not come out tomorrow.
I watch the mysterious noises of this house that crumbles,
the ghosts, the shadows surround me and I’m afraid.
I make sure to sleep with the light on
and I get my hands on spears, shields, illusions.
But then perhaps it takes only a stain on the tablecloth
and again terror overcomes me.
Nothing calms me, nothing soothes me:
neither this useless word, nor the passion of love,
not even the mirror where I can already see my dead face.
Listen carefully, I shout it: I’m afraid.
From: Tengo miedo
I’m afraid
Look at me: fear inhabits me.Behind these serene eyes, in this body that loves: fear.
Fear at dawn for inevitably the sun will rise and I’ll have to see it,
when the sun sets because it might not come out tomorrow.
I watch the mysterious noises of this house that crumbles,
the ghosts, the shadows surround me and I’m afraid.
I make sure to sleep with the light on
and I get my hands on spears, shields, illusions.
But then perhaps it takes only a stain on the tablecloth
and again terror overcomes me.
Nothing calms me, nothing soothes me:
neither this useless word, nor the passion of love,
not even the mirror where I can already see my dead face.
Listen carefully, I shout it: I’m afraid.
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