Poem
Antonio Gamoneda
IT ENTERS your body and
IT ENTERS your body and your tiredness is filled with petals. In you happy animals tremble: music on the edge of the abyss.It is the throes of death and the serenity. You still feel life like a fragrance.
This pleasure without hope, what finally does it mean in you?
Is the music also about to stop?
© Translation: 2010, Donald Wellman
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010
HET DRINGT je lichaam binnen en
HET DRINGT je lichaam binnen en je moeheid loopt vol bloemblaadjes. In jou rillen zalige dieren: muziek aan de rand van de afgrond.Doodsstrijd en rust. Als een parfum ruik je nog het bestaan.
Wat betekent dit genieten zonder hoop uiteindelijk in jou?
Of houdt straks ook de muziek op?
© Vertaling: 2010, Bart Vonck
ENTRA en tu cuerpo y tu cansancio se llena de pétalos. Laten en ti bestias felices: música al borde del abismo.
Es la agonía y la serenidad. Aún sientes como un perfume la existencia.
Este placer sin esperanza, ¿qué significa finalmente en ti?
¿Es que va a cesar también la música?
Es la agonía y la serenidad. Aún sientes como un perfume la existencia.
Este placer sin esperanza, ¿qué significa finalmente en ti?
¿Es que va a cesar también la música?
© 2005, Antonio Gamoneda
From: Libro del frío
Publisher: Uitgeverij P, Leuven
From: Libro del frío
Publisher: Uitgeverij P, Leuven
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IT ENTERS your body and
IT ENTERS your body and your tiredness is filled with petals. In you happy animals tremble: music on the edge of the abyss.It is the throes of death and the serenity. You still feel life like a fragrance.
This pleasure without hope, what finally does it mean in you?
Is the music also about to stop?
© 2010, Donald Wellman
From: Libro del frío
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW, Leuven
From: Libro del frío
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW, Leuven
IT ENTERS your body and
IT ENTERS your body and your tiredness is filled with petals. In you happy animals tremble: music on the edge of the abyss.It is the throes of death and the serenity. You still feel life like a fragrance.
This pleasure without hope, what finally does it mean in you?
Is the music also about to stop?
© 2010, Donald Wellman
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,
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