Poem
Álvaro Marín
NEVER A BALM
Night: sex of the earthjet-black black night.
We drift into silence
falling like a leaf in the void
we descend into a deep
and noiseless wound
in the cavern of night
looking for ourselves, caressing
as if our bodies were light.
Hidden under the skin in the waters
of a dark ocean.
We fall continually
like the leaves of an old tree
continuity of the bodies
always wound and glow, never balm.
We wound ourselves with our thirst
love, you still say, in the wound
how much war for a bit of light
how many days running away?
We listen to our voices
but what are our names
in the void?
Come she says going again into the moss
and she moistens the dust of my bones
I am thirsty too.
© Translation: 2007, Nicolás Suescún
JAMÁS BÁLSAMO
JAMÁS BÁLSAMO
Noche: sexo de la tierranegra negrísima noche.
Arribamos al silencio
a su caída de hoja al vacío
descendemos a una profunda
y silenciosa herida
en el socavón de la noche
buscándonos, acariciantes
como si fueran luz nuestros cuerpos.
Ocultos bajo la piel entre las aguas
de un negro océano.
Continuamente caemos
como las hojas del viejo árbol
continuidad de los cuerpos
siempre herida y fulgor jamás bálsamo.
Nos herimos con nuestra sed
amor dices aún en la herida
¿ cuánta guerra por un poco de luz
cuántos días huyendo?
Escuchamos nuestras voces
¿ pero cuáles son nuestros nombres
en el vacío?
Ven dice ella entra de nuevo al musgo
y humedece el polvo de mis huesos
yo también tengo sed.
© 2000, Álvaro Marín
From: Noche líquida
Publisher: Muestra de Poesía Colombiana, Lyrica Species, Manizales
From: Noche líquida
Publisher: Muestra de Poesía Colombiana, Lyrica Species, Manizales
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NEVER A BALM
Night: sex of the earthjet-black black night.
We drift into silence
falling like a leaf in the void
we descend into a deep
and noiseless wound
in the cavern of night
looking for ourselves, caressing
as if our bodies were light.
Hidden under the skin in the waters
of a dark ocean.
We fall continually
like the leaves of an old tree
continuity of the bodies
always wound and glow, never balm.
We wound ourselves with our thirst
love, you still say, in the wound
how much war for a bit of light
how many days running away?
We listen to our voices
but what are our names
in the void?
Come she says going again into the moss
and she moistens the dust of my bones
I am thirsty too.
© 2007, Nicolás Suescún
From: Noche líquida
From: Noche líquida
NEVER A BALM
Night: sex of the earthjet-black black night.
We drift into silence
falling like a leaf in the void
we descend into a deep
and noiseless wound
in the cavern of night
looking for ourselves, caressing
as if our bodies were light.
Hidden under the skin in the waters
of a dark ocean.
We fall continually
like the leaves of an old tree
continuity of the bodies
always wound and glow, never balm.
We wound ourselves with our thirst
love, you still say, in the wound
how much war for a bit of light
how many days running away?
We listen to our voices
but what are our names
in the void?
Come she says going again into the moss
and she moistens the dust of my bones
I am thirsty too.
© 2007, Nicolás Suescún
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