Poem
Raúl Henao
LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER
I take a walk with a cloudwhat a barber’s devilry love is!
At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.
It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.
© Translation: 1998, Raúl Henao
From: La vida a la Carta
From: La vida a la Carta
SIEMPRE EL AMOR LA LIBERTAD
SIEMPRE EL AMOR LA LIBERTAD
Me paseo en compañía de una nube¡que encanto de peluquero es el amor!
En cada parada de buses me arrojas
la incendiaria granada de tus ojos.
La orquesta aparecida en mitad
de una fuente de agua
guarda un ligero parecido con tu voz
anidando en el arco iris de tus pechos.
La tempestad resulta menos ardiente
que el carbón de tus labios
conjugados en la baraja de tu sonrisa.
Mil perdigueros no bastan para elogiar
la antorcha luminosa de tu rostro
Que enciende el brazo armado de la libertad.
© 1998, Raúl Henao
From: La vida a la Carta
Publisher: Festival Internacional de Poesía de Medellín,
From: La vida a la Carta
Publisher: Festival Internacional de Poesía de Medellín,
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LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER
I take a walk with a cloudwhat a barber’s devilry love is!
At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.
It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.
© 1998, Raúl Henao
From: La vida a la Carta
From: La vida a la Carta
LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER
I take a walk with a cloudwhat a barber’s devilry love is!
At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.
It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.
© 1998, Raúl Henao
From: La vida a la Carta
From: La vida a la Carta
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