Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Fail

True poetry is not lost in translation. True poetry never fails...

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

NERUDA, I like for you to be still

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Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.


6 comments:

rbaird said...

Really cute picture and beautiful poetry!

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Rebecca said...

Very lovely illustration! The gentle feel in this piece is beautiful.

Tony LaRocca said...

Beautiful work & poetry.

Bee said...

Wonderful illustration, you have a great style. And a beautiful poem.

FRAN said...

Beautiful work!...love it!

carra said...

Awww, this is so cute :)