Poem
Rafael Patiño
DANCE OF MASKS
Every time he turns his eyesHe finds you even more beautiful,
Were it not for the silence,
The fallen mask
Would renounce to its absent identity
With what face shall I meet dawn?
With the reward of being this absent being?
Nausea, rictus, clots
Unable to reach our still haste . . .
We keep swimming lakes of tin
Mating with the night
Mangled by this breeze of being
We shall be vegetal aromas,
Darkness will drink us with its mouth
© Translation: 2006, Nicolás Suescún
Danza de las Máscaras
Danza de las Máscaras
Cada vez que vuelve la miradaTe encuentra aún más hermosa,
Si no fuera por el silencio,
La máscara caída
Renunciaría a su identidad ausente
¿Con qué cara me presentaré a la aurora?
¿Con las albricias de ser este ser ausente de sí?
Náuseas, rictus calcinaciones
Que no alcanzan nuestra prisa quieta . . .
Seguimos nadando lagos de estaño
Apareados con la noche
Lacerados por esta brisa del ser
Seremos aromas vegetales,
Nos beberá la oscuridad con su boca
© 1986, Rafael Patiño
From: Libro del Colmo de Luna
Publisher: Auto edition, Manizales
From: Libro del Colmo de Luna
Publisher: Auto edition, Manizales
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DANCE OF MASKS
Every time he turns his eyesHe finds you even more beautiful,
Were it not for the silence,
The fallen mask
Would renounce to its absent identity
With what face shall I meet dawn?
With the reward of being this absent being?
Nausea, rictus, clots
Unable to reach our still haste . . .
We keep swimming lakes of tin
Mating with the night
Mangled by this breeze of being
We shall be vegetal aromas,
Darkness will drink us with its mouth
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
From: Libro del Colmo de Luna
From: Libro del Colmo de Luna
DANCE OF MASKS
Every time he turns his eyesHe finds you even more beautiful,
Were it not for the silence,
The fallen mask
Would renounce to its absent identity
With what face shall I meet dawn?
With the reward of being this absent being?
Nausea, rictus, clots
Unable to reach our still haste . . .
We keep swimming lakes of tin
Mating with the night
Mangled by this breeze of being
We shall be vegetal aromas,
Darkness will drink us with its mouth
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
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