Poem
Samuel Jaramillo
UNDER A VERTIGINOUS SKY
where clouds slide pastwith amazing speed, there is a beach.
You are on that beach
And on that beach that lies under the light of the past
I am also.
I open a bottle
and its thick aroma still perfumes
the dark air under the heat.
There is the beat of some horse
with its large dark teeth.
There is an empty chest like an iron box
that holds nothing but air.
Black air, hermetic.
On that unreal beach your gaze moves
in the direction of my own,
but doesn’t stop, and carries on under the ominous sky.
I open a bottle:
its smell bathes the warm air
under the speeding clouds.
© Translation: 2003, Tjebbe Donner
BAJO UN CIELO VERTIGINOSO
BAJO UN CIELO VERTIGINOSO
en el que escurren nubescon una velocidad de asombro, hay una playa.
En esa playa estas tú
En esa playa instalada en una luz del pasado
estoy yo también.
Destapo una botella
y su aroma espeso todavía perfuma
el aire denso bajo el calor.
Hay el aleteo de algún caballo
con sus grandes dientes oscuros.
Hay un pecho vacío como una caja de hierro
que solo encierra aire.
Un aire negro, hermético.
En esa playa irreal tu mirada se desplaza
en dirección a la mía,
pero no se detiene, y sigue bajo el cielo ominoso.
Destapo una botella:
su olor baña el aire caliente
bajo las nubes veloces.
© 1998, Samuel Jaramillo
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UNDER A VERTIGINOUS SKY
where clouds slide pastwith amazing speed, there is a beach.
You are on that beach
And on that beach that lies under the light of the past
I am also.
I open a bottle
and its thick aroma still perfumes
the dark air under the heat.
There is the beat of some horse
with its large dark teeth.
There is an empty chest like an iron box
that holds nothing but air.
Black air, hermetic.
On that unreal beach your gaze moves
in the direction of my own,
but doesn’t stop, and carries on under the ominous sky.
I open a bottle:
its smell bathes the warm air
under the speeding clouds.
© 2003, Tjebbe Donner
UNDER A VERTIGINOUS SKY
where clouds slide pastwith amazing speed, there is a beach.
You are on that beach
And on that beach that lies under the light of the past
I am also.
I open a bottle
and its thick aroma still perfumes
the dark air under the heat.
There is the beat of some horse
with its large dark teeth.
There is an empty chest like an iron box
that holds nothing but air.
Black air, hermetic.
On that unreal beach your gaze moves
in the direction of my own,
but doesn’t stop, and carries on under the ominous sky.
I open a bottle:
its smell bathes the warm air
under the speeding clouds.
© 2003, Tjebbe Donner
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