The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool,
to the expert in solitary confinement,
I'm the same as the teacher from Colombia,
the rotarian from Philadelphia, the merchant... more »
Today is that day, the day that carried
a desperate light that since has died.
Don't let the squatters know:
let's keep it all between us,... more »
There is something dense, united, settled in the depths,
repeating its number, its identical sign.
How it is noted that stones have touched time,
in their refined matter there is an odor of age,... more »
The animals were imperfect,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they... more »
Poetry is white:
it comes from water swathed in drops,
it wrinkles and gathers,
this planet's skin has to spread out,... more »
I'm Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere,
from Cucuy, from Paraná, from Rio Turbio, from Oruro,... more »
Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,
with his golden and stony substance,
he was a man who was tired -... more »
Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,... more »
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,... more »
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.... more »
Three triangles of birds crossed
Over the enormous ocean which extended
In winter like a green beast.... more »
To the solemn sea the old women come
With their shawls knotted around their necks
With their fragile feet cracking.... more »
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.... more »
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.... more »
One time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes
work, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,
and we surrender the swaying wheat to night,
the wheat that noon stole from earth and light.... more »
What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,... more »
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
marchito ...... more »
Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,... more »
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.... more »
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.... more »
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking - continued... more »
When the trumpet sounded, it was
all prepared on the earth,
the Jehovah parcelled out the earth... more »
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred million years.... more »
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,
In the rapid undulant river of women,
Braids, shyly sinking eyes,
Light step that slices, sailing through the foam.... more »
The gay young men and the love-sick girls,
and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,
and the young pregnant wives of thirty hours ...... more »
Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.... more »
They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.... more »
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced man
who slipped out from the dark like a blade
and - before we realized - knew what was there:
he saw the smoke and concluded fire.... more »
I recall that man and not two centuries
have passed since I saw him,
he went neither by horse nor by carriage:... more »
Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,
where I can go, when I wish to turn,
without eyes, without touch,... more »
Spain was a taut, dry drum-head
Daily beating a dull thud
Flatlands and eagle's nest
Silence lashed by the storm.... more »
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.... more »
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.