<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:49.241-07:00</updated><category term='Argentina'/><category term='Jaime Sabines'/><category term='Sergio Algora'/><category term='dorothy parker'/><category term='Aaron Clift'/><category term='Al Lado Oscuro de Corazon'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='Oliverio Girondo'/><category term='Mario Benedetti'/><category term='usa'/><category term='Chiapas'/><category term='Luis Cernuda'/><category term='Inca'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='Uruguay'/><category term='Juan Dios de Peza'/><category term='estados unidos'/><title type='text'>Poetry en Cambio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-5831958266883582193</id><published>2009-04-20T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:46:36.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estados unidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorothy parker'/><title type='text'>Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song, Dorothy Parker (USA)</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite poems of all time =)&lt;br /&gt;Unos de mis favoritoooossss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many and many, and not so far,&lt;br /&gt;Is willing to dry my tears away;&lt;br /&gt;There's many to tell me what you are,&lt;br /&gt;And never a lie to all they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little the good to hide my head,&lt;br /&gt;It's never the use to bar my door;&lt;br /&gt;There's many as counts the tears I shed,&lt;br /&gt;There's mourning hearts for my heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's honester eyes than your blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There's better a mile than such as you.&lt;br /&gt;But when did I say that I was wise,&lt;br /&gt;And when did I hope that you were true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancion de Amor Intencionalmente Sin Grammatica&lt;br /&gt;Escrito por Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;Traduccion por Kaiting Tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas y tantas, no tan acullá,&lt;br /&gt;Que consienten borrar mis lágrimas;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas me han dicho como te hallan,&lt;br /&gt;Y ni una mentira que me hayan dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ayuda nada esconder mi rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca será útil atrancar mi puerta;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cuantiosas lagrimas que lloro,&lt;br /&gt;Hay corazones de luto como mío está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Existen ojos más honestos que los tuyos azules,&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchisimas millas mejores que tú.&lt;br /&gt;¿Pero cuando dijé que yo era sabía, &lt;br /&gt;y cuando esperé que tu fueras sincero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-5831958266883582193?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/5831958266883582193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2009/04/purposely-ungrammatical-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/5831958266883582193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/5831958266883582193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2009/04/purposely-ungrammatical-love-song.html' title='Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song, Dorothy Parker (USA)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-3695973244961999835</id><published>2009-02-11T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:52:34.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sabines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Espero Curarme de Ti -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)</title><content type='html'>Espero curarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;I wish to cure me of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero curarme de ti en unos días. Debo dejar de fumarte, de beberte, de pensarte. Es posible. Siguiendo las prescripciones de la moral en turno. Me receto tiempo, abstinencia, soledad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to cure me of you in some days. I should quit smoking you, drinking you, thinking of you. It is possible. Following the prescriptions of a shift in moral. I prescribe myself time, abstinence, and solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te parece bien que te quiera nada más una semana? No es mucho, ni es poco, es bastante. En una semana se puede reunir todas las palabras de amor que se han pronunciado sobre la tierra y se les puede prender fuego. Te voy a calentar con esa hoguera del amor quemado. Y también el silencio. Porque las mejores palabras del amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem good to you that I wish from you no more than one week? It's not much, nor is it little, it is quite sufficient. One can bring together all the words of love that have been uttered about the earth and it can light a fire. I am going to warm you with this fire of burning love. And also the silence. Because the best words of love are between two people who don't say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que quemar también ese otro lenguaje lateral y subversivo del que ama. (Tú sabes cómo te digo que te quiero cuando digo: «qué calor hace», «dame agua», «¿sabes manejar?», «se hizo de noche»... Entre las gentes, a un lado de tus gentes y las mías, te he dicho «ya es tarde», y tú sabías que decía «te quiero»).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must also burn this other indirect and subervisive language which it loves. (You know how I tell you that I love when I say «how hot it is», «give me water», «do you know how to drive?», «it made the night»… Between these people, on the side of your people and of mine, I have told you «it is already too late», and you knew that I said «I love you»)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una semana más para reunir todo el amor del tiempo. Para dártelo. Para que hagas con él lo que quieras: guardarlo, acariciarlo, tirarlo a la basura. No sirve, es cierto. Sólo quiero una semana para entender las cosas. Porque esto es muy parecido a estar saliendo de un manicomio para entrar a un panteón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week more to reunite the love of all time. To give you it. To do whatever you want with it: save it, caress it, throw it in the trash. It doesn't serve, it's true. I just want one week to understand these things. Because this is very much similar to leaving an asylum to enter a cemetery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-3695973244961999835?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/3695973244961999835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2009/02/espero-curarme-de-ti-jaime-sabines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/3695973244961999835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/3695973244961999835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2009/02/espero-curarme-de-ti-jaime-sabines.html' title='Espero Curarme de Ti -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-8654476466287430427</id><published>2008-12-30T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:50:28.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sabines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Mi corazón emprende -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)</title><content type='html'>Mi corazón emprende&lt;br /&gt;My heart takes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mi cuerpo a tu cuerpo último viaje.&lt;br /&gt;from my body to your body the ultimate trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retoño de la luz,&lt;br /&gt;Offspring of the light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agua de las edades que en ti, perdida, nace.&lt;br /&gt;Water of the ages in you, whore, is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a mi sed. Ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Come to my drought. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo. Antes.&lt;br /&gt;After it all. Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a mi larga sed entretenida&lt;br /&gt;Come to my long drought entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en bocas, escasos manantiales.&lt;br /&gt;in mouths, scarce springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero esa arpa honda que en tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;I want this harp sling in your belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrulla niños salvajes.&lt;br /&gt;to lull wild children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero esa tensa humedad que te palpita,&lt;br /&gt;I want that tense tense moisture that beats you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esa humedad de agua que te arde.&lt;br /&gt;that moisture of whater that burns you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer, músculo suave.&lt;br /&gt;Woman, smooth muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La piel de un beso entre tus senos&lt;br /&gt;The skin of one kiss between your breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de oscurecido oleaje&lt;br /&gt;of dark wave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me navega en la boca&lt;br /&gt;It navigates me in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mide sangre.&lt;br /&gt;and measures blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú también. Y no es tarde.&lt;br /&gt;You too. And it is not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún podemos morirnos uno en otro:&lt;br /&gt;Still we can die one in another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tuyo y mío ese lugar de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;it is yours and mine this place of nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer, ternura de odio, antigua madre,&lt;br /&gt;Women, tenderness of hate, ancient mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero entrar, penetrarte,&lt;br /&gt;I want to enter, penetrate you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veneno, llama, ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;Poison, call, absence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar amargo y amargo, atravesarte.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter sea and bitter, traverse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada célula es hembra, tierra abierta,&lt;br /&gt;Every cell is female, open land,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agua abierta, cosa que se abre.&lt;br /&gt;open water, things that open itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo nací para entrarte.&lt;br /&gt;I was born to enter you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la flecha en el lomo de la gacela agonizante.&lt;br /&gt;I am the arrow in the back of the dying gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por conocerte estoy,&lt;br /&gt;By meeting you I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grano de angustia en corazón de ave.&lt;br /&gt;grain of anguish in heart of fowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaré sobre ti, y todas las mujeres&lt;br /&gt;I will be upon you, and all women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tendrán un hombre encima en todas partes. &lt;br /&gt;will have a man on top in all parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-8654476466287430427?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/8654476466287430427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-corazn-emprende-jaime-sabines.html#comment-form' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sabines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Lento, amargo animal -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)</title><content type='html'>Lento, amargo animal &lt;br /&gt;que soy, que he sido, &lt;br /&gt;amargo desde el nudo de polvo y agua y viento &lt;br /&gt;que en la primera generación del hombre pedía a Dios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow, bitter animal&lt;br /&gt;that I am, that I have been,&lt;br /&gt;bitter since the knot of dust and water and wind&lt;br /&gt;that in the first generation of men called for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amargo como esos minerales amargos &lt;br /&gt;que en las noches de exacta soledad &lt;br /&gt;—maldita y arruinada soledad &lt;br /&gt;sin uno mismo— &lt;br /&gt;trepan a la garganta &lt;br /&gt;y, costras de silencio, &lt;br /&gt;asfixian, matan, resucitan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter like those bitter minerals&lt;br /&gt;that in the nights of exact solitude--&lt;br /&gt;--damned and ruined solitude&lt;br /&gt;without myself--&lt;br /&gt;cling to the throat &lt;br /&gt;and crusts of silence &lt;br /&gt;choke, kill, resucitate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amargo como esa voz amarga &lt;br /&gt;prenatal, presubstancial, que dijo &lt;br /&gt;nuestra palabra, que anduvo nuestro camino, &lt;br /&gt;que murió nuestra muerte, &lt;br /&gt;y que en todo momento descubrimos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter as that bitter voice,&lt;br /&gt;prenatal presubstansial, who said &lt;br /&gt;our word that went our way, &lt;br /&gt;who died our death, &lt;br /&gt;and that we discovered at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amargo desde dentro, &lt;br /&gt;desde lo que no soy, &lt;br /&gt;—mi piel como mi lengua— &lt;br /&gt;desde el primer viviente, &lt;br /&gt;anuncio y profecía. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter from within,&lt;br /&gt;from which I am not, &lt;br /&gt;--My skin like my tongue-- &lt;br /&gt;since the first living thing, &lt;br /&gt;omen and prophecy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lento desde hace siglos, &lt;br /&gt;remoto —nada hay detrás—, &lt;br /&gt;lejano, lejos, desconocido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow since centuries ago, &lt;br /&gt;Remote -there is nothing in the absence--, &lt;br /&gt;Distant, far, unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lento, amargo animal &lt;br /&gt;que soy, que he sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow, bitter animal&lt;br /&gt;that I am, that I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trans/trad. Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-7585549445762437891?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/7585549445762437891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/lento-amargo-animal-jaime-sabines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7585549445762437891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7585549445762437891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/lento-amargo-animal-jaime-sabines.html' title='Lento, amargo animal -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-2559692933123083490</id><published>2008-12-28T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:10:03.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Dios de Peza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>ReÍr Llorando -- Juan Dios Peza (Mexico)</title><content type='html'>REÍR LLORANDO&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viendo a Garrick -actor de la Inglaterra-&lt;br /&gt;el pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:&lt;br /&gt;“Eres el más gracioso de la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;y más feliz…” y el cómico reía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Garrick, an actor of England,&lt;br /&gt;the people applauded him and told him:&lt;br /&gt;"You are the funniest in the land, &lt;br /&gt;and hte most happy..." and the comedian laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Víctimas del spleen, los altos lores&lt;br /&gt;en sus noches más negras y pesadas,&lt;br /&gt;iban a ver al rey de los actores,&lt;br /&gt;y cambiaban su spleen en carcajadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victims of the spleen, high values &lt;br /&gt;in their darkest and heaviest nights, &lt;br /&gt;they have seen the king of actors, &lt;br /&gt;and changed his spleen in cachinnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez, ante un médico famoso,&lt;br /&gt;llegóse un hombre de mirar sombrío:&lt;br /&gt;sufro -le dijo-, un mal tan espantoso&lt;br /&gt;como esta palidez del rostro mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, before a famous doctor,&lt;br /&gt;Arrived a man of somber looks:&lt;br /&gt;I suffer -- he said -- of a dreadful evil &lt;br /&gt;like this my pale face of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada me causa encanto ni atractivo;&lt;br /&gt;no me importan mi nombre ni mi suerte;&lt;br /&gt;en un eterno spleen muriendo vivo,&lt;br /&gt;y es mi única pasión la de la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider nothing charming nor attractive,&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about my name nor my fate;&lt;br /&gt;In an eternal spleen dying I live,&lt;br /&gt;and my only passion is that of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Viajad y os distraeréis. -¡Tanto he viajado!&lt;br /&gt;-Las lecturas buscad. -¡Tanto he leído!&lt;br /&gt;-Que os ame una mujer. -¡Si soy amado!&lt;br /&gt;-Un título adquirid. -¡Noble he nacido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Travel and entertain yourself. - How much I have traveled! &lt;br /&gt;-Seek Readings. - So much I have read! &lt;br /&gt;-Love a woman. - If I'm loved! &lt;br /&gt;-Acquire a title. -I was born noble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Pobre seréis quizá? -Tengo riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;-¿De lisonjas gustáis? -¡Tantas escucho!&lt;br /&gt;-¿Qué tenéis de familia? -Mis tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Vais a los cementerios? -Mucho… mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe you are poor? -I have wealth&lt;br /&gt;-What flattery do you like? - I hear so much!&lt;br /&gt;-What do you have of family? - My sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;-Aer you going to the cemeteries? - Often... often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-De vuestra vida actual ¿tenéis testigos?&lt;br /&gt;-Sí, mas no dejo que me impongan yugos:&lt;br /&gt;yo les llamo a los muertos mis amigos;&lt;br /&gt;y les llamo a los vivos, mis verdugos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In your life, do you have witnesses?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. more than no they impose yokes on me:&lt;br /&gt;I call the dead my friensd;&lt;br /&gt;I cal the living, my executioners.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me deja -agrega el médico- perplejo&lt;br /&gt;vuestro mal, y no debe acobardaros;&lt;br /&gt;tomad hoy por receta este consejo&lt;br /&gt;“Sólo viendo a Garrick podréis curaros”.&lt;br /&gt;-¿A Garrik? -Sí, a Garrick… La más remisa&lt;br /&gt;y austera sociedad le busca ansiosa;&lt;br /&gt;todo aquel que lo ve muere de risa;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tiene una gracia artística asombrosa!&lt;br /&gt;-¿Y a mí me hará reír? -¡Ah! sí, os lo juro;&lt;br /&gt;Él sí; nada más él; más… ¿qué os inquieta?&lt;br /&gt;-Así -dijo el enfermo-, no me curo:&lt;br /&gt;¡Yo soy Garrick!… Cambiadme la receta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me -- added the doctor -- perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;you are sick, but you should not daunt yourself,&lt;br /&gt;take today by prescription this advice&lt;br /&gt;"Just watching Garrick you can cure yourself."&lt;br /&gt;-Garrick? -Yes, Garrick... the most reluctant and&lt;br /&gt;austere society has brought upon you anxiety;&lt;br /&gt;All who have seen him dye of laughter;&lt;br /&gt;He has a marvellous artistic grace!&lt;br /&gt;-And he will make me laugh? -Ah! Yes, I swear to you'&lt;br /&gt;Yes him; nothing more him, more... What worries you?&lt;br /&gt;-In fact-- said the sick-- I cant curo myself:&lt;br /&gt;I am Garrick! Change my prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;enfermos de pesar, muertos de tedio,&lt;br /&gt;hacen reír como el actor suicida,&lt;br /&gt;sin encontrar para su mal remedio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times are there that, the weary of life,&lt;br /&gt;the sick of grief, corpses of boredom,&lt;br /&gt;They laugh like the suicidal actor,&lt;br /&gt;without encountering their bad remedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! ¡Cuántas veces al reír se llora!&lt;br /&gt;¡Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,&lt;br /&gt;porque en los seres que el dolor devora&lt;br /&gt;el alma llora cuando el rostro ríe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! How many times the laugh it cries!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody trust in the joyful thing of the laugh,&lt;br /&gt;because in those beings that are devoured by pain&lt;br /&gt;the soul cries when the face laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,&lt;br /&gt;si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,&lt;br /&gt;lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma&lt;br /&gt;un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If faith kills itself, if it flees the calm,&lt;br /&gt;if only thistles our trampled plant, &lt;br /&gt;speared to the face the tempest of the soul &lt;br /&gt;a sad lightning: the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,&lt;br /&gt;que las vidas son breves mascaradas;&lt;br /&gt;aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto,&lt;br /&gt;y también a llorar con carcajadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carnival of the world tricks so much,&lt;br /&gt;that lives are brief masquerades;&lt;br /&gt;here we learn to laugh with weeping,&lt;br /&gt;and also to cry with cachination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-2559692933123083490?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/2559692933123083490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/rer-llorando-juan-dios-peza-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2559692933123083490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2559692933123083490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/rer-llorando-juan-dios-peza-mexico.html' title='ReÍr Llorando -- Juan Dios Peza (Mexico)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-7380515127547066177</id><published>2008-12-28T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:32:11.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sabines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Canonicemos a las putas -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)</title><content type='html'>Canonicemos a las putas &lt;br /&gt;We Cannonize the Whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santoral del sábado: Bety, Lola, Margot, vírgenes perpetuas, reconstruidas, mártires provisorias llenas de gracia, manantiales de generosidad.&lt;br /&gt;Santoral of Saturday: Betty, Lola, Margot, perpetual virgins, rebuilt, provisional martyrs full of grace, spring of generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das el placer, oh puta redentora del mundo, y nada pides a cambio sino unas monedas miserables. No exiges ser amada, respetada, atendida, ni imitas a las esposas con los lloriqueos, las reconvenciones y los celos. No obligas a nadie a la despedida ni a la reconciliación; no chupas la sangre ni el tiempo; eres limpia de culpa; recibes en tu seno a los pecadores, escuchas las palabras y los sueños, sonríes y besas. Eres paciente, experta, atribulada, sabia, sin rencor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give pleasure, oh redeeming whore of the world, and you ask nothing in return but a few miserable coins. No demands to be loved, respected, attended, nor imitations of the wives with their whining, reproaches and jealousy. You do not obligate anyone to bid farewell nor reconcile: you do not suck blood nor time, you are clean of fault, you receive in your heart sinners, you hear the words and the dreams, smiles and kisses. You are patient, expert, troubled, wise, without spite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No engañas a nadie, eres honesta, íntegra, perfecta; anticipas tu precio, te enseñas; no discriminas a los viejos, a los criminales, a los tontos, a los de otro color; soportas las agresiones del orgullo, as asechanzas de los enfermos; alivias a los impotentes, estimulas a los tímidos, complaces a los hartos, encuentras la fórmula de los desencantados. Eres la confidente del borracho, el refugio del perseguido, el lecho del que no tiene reposo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't trick anyone, you are honest, integral, perfect: you anticipate your price, you teach; you don't discriminate against the elderly, to the criminals, the fools, the other color; you tolerate attacks of pride, as you share of the sick: you alieve the impotent, you stimulate the timid, you please the full, find a formula for the disappointed. You are confident of the drunk, the refuge of the persecuted, the bed of those that do not have repose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has educado tu boca y tus manos, tus músculos y tu piel, tus vísceras y tu alma. Sabes vestir y desvestirte, acostarte, moverte. Eres precisa en el ritmo, exacta en el gemido, dócil a las maneras del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have educated your mouth and your hands, your muscules and your skin, your viscus and your soul. You know to dress and undress yourself, to put yourself to bed, to move yourself. You are precise in rhtyhm, exact en moan, docile in the ways of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres la libertad y el equilibrio; no sujetas ni detienes a nadie; no sometes a los recuerdos ni a la espera. Eres pura presencia, fluidez, perpetuidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are freedom and balance; you don't hold down nor hinder anybody; you dont surrender to memories nor to hope. You are pure presence, fluidity, perpetuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el lugar en que oficias a la verdad y a la belleza de la vida, ya sea el burdel elegante, la casa discreta o el camastro de la pobreza, eres lo mismo que una lámpara y un vaso de agua y un pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the place where you officiate the truth and beauty of life, whether the elegant brothel, discreet house or bed of poverty, you are like a lamp and a glass of water and bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh puta amiga, amante, amada, recodo de este día de siempre, te reconozco, te canonizo a un lado de los hipócritas y los perversos, te doy todo mi dinero, te corono con hojas de yerba y me dispongo a aprender de tí todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whore friend, lover, beloved, bend this day forever, I acknowledge you, I canonize you, on side of the hypocrites and the wicked, I give you all my money, I crown you with leaves of grass and I dipose myself to learn from you all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traducido por Christine&lt;br /&gt;translated by Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-7380515127547066177?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/7380515127547066177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/canonicemos-las-putas-jaime-sabines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7380515127547066177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7380515127547066177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/canonicemos-las-putas-jaime-sabines.html' title='Canonicemos a las putas -- Jaime Sabines (Chiapas, Mexico)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-7167133157750574185</id><published>2008-12-24T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:33:25.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergio Algora'/><title type='text'>El Ultimo Poema de Sergio Algora (Espana)</title><content type='html'>Este no tiene un titulo, pero es el ultimo poema de Sergio Algora antes de se murio.&lt;br /&gt;El fue un blogger del sitio web clubcultura.com, un sitio web buenisimo de todas las cosas sobre arte de iberoamericana.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't have a title but it is the last poem of Sergio Algora before he died. &lt;br /&gt;He was a blogger of the website clubcultura.com , an awesoem website of all things about art of ibero-america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hombres pelados con cuchilla,&lt;br /&gt;mujeres en el sacapuntas,&lt;br /&gt;niños en la mina, planetas en el zoo, estrellas en el cortejo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeled men with blades,&lt;br /&gt;Women in pencil sharpeners,&lt;br /&gt;Children in the mine, planets in the zoo, stars in procession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejé mi país para ser etíope por un año.&lt;br /&gt;Dejé de dictar para subordinarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my country to be ethiopian for a year.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped dictating to subordinate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiopía estaba bajo la nieve.&lt;br /&gt;La fiebre la había helado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia was under snow.&lt;br /&gt;The fever was frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El matadero de la Adis Abeba estaba abandonado.&lt;br /&gt;Los buitres habían construido allí una nueva ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Los niños, como heraldos, soplaban los cuernos&lt;br /&gt;arrancados de las reses.&lt;br /&gt;Los ancianos se convertían en pergaminos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slaughter of the Addis Ababa was abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;The vultures built a new city there. &lt;br /&gt;Children, like heralds, blowing horns &lt;br /&gt;uprooted in cattle. &lt;br /&gt;The elders became parchment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ganado se reducía a cenizas.&lt;br /&gt;Los adivinos contemplaban el humo&lt;br /&gt;y las heces.&lt;br /&gt;Los brujos traducían los poemas del premio Loewe.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dábamos por el culo sin cesar,&lt;br /&gt;tiritando en las chozas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cattle were reduced to ashes. &lt;br /&gt;The fortunetellers contemplated smoke and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sorcerers translated Loewe Award poems. &lt;br /&gt;We gave each other by the incessant ass, &lt;br /&gt;shivering in the huts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada nevada exterminaba una tribu.&lt;br /&gt;Nos quedábamos con sus cuerpos y con sus enseres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each snowfall exterminated a tribe. &lt;br /&gt;We stayed behind with their bodies and their belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecía que un sueño invernal&lt;br /&gt;iba a terminar con el hambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed a dream winter &lt;br /&gt;was going to end with hunger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaron los renos y Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;y cargaron en el trineo los leones famélicos&lt;br /&gt;que se exhibían en el palacio presidencial.&lt;br /&gt;Le dimos un león a la uno, &lt;br /&gt;dos a la dos, tres a antena tres, cuatro a la cuatro, &lt;br /&gt;cinco a la cinco, seis a la sexta, una jirafa a la once,&lt;br /&gt;todo el oro de África a todos los santos,&lt;br /&gt;el único clítoris mayor de dieciocho años&lt;br /&gt;al único dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came , the reindeer and Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;and loaded onto the sled famished lions,&lt;br /&gt;that were exhibited at the presidential palace. &lt;br /&gt;We gave him a lion at one, &lt;br /&gt;two at two, three at three sharp, four to four, &lt;br /&gt;five at five, six at the sixth, a giraffe at eleven, &lt;br /&gt;all the gold of Africa to all the saints, &lt;br /&gt;the single largest clitoris of eighteen years old to &lt;br /&gt;the only god. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El entrenador de dios,&lt;br /&gt;colocó el clítoris africano en el centro del campo&lt;br /&gt;de un chochito blanco&lt;br /&gt;y lo hizo debutar en el mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach of god, &lt;br /&gt;placed the African clitoris in the center of the field&lt;br /&gt;a white pussy &lt;br /&gt;and he debuted it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduccion de Christine Tu, con ayuda de Joyce Chang y Isabela Calmon N. Gama\&lt;br /&gt;Translation by Christine, with help from Joyce and Isabela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-7167133157750574185?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/7167133157750574185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-ultimo-poema-de-sergio-algora-espana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7167133157750574185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/7167133157750574185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-ultimo-poema-de-sergio-algora-espana.html' title='El Ultimo Poema de Sergio Algora (Espana)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-2394374170671416237</id><published>2008-12-17T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:21:33.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uruguay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Benedetti'/><title type='text'>Táctica y estrategia -- Mario Benedetti (Uruguay)</title><content type='html'>Táctica y estrategia&lt;br /&gt;Tactic and Strategy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es&lt;br /&gt;My tactic is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirarte&lt;br /&gt;watch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprender como sos&lt;br /&gt;learn how you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quererte como sos. &lt;br /&gt;want how you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es&lt;br /&gt;My tactic is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hablarte&lt;br /&gt;talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y escucharte&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;construir con palabras&lt;br /&gt;build with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un puente indestructible. &lt;br /&gt;an indestructible bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es&lt;br /&gt;My tactic is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quedarme en tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé cómo ni sé&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how nor know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con qué pretexto&lt;br /&gt;with what pretext&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero quedarme en vos. &lt;br /&gt;but keep me en you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es&lt;br /&gt;My tactic is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser franco&lt;br /&gt;to be frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y saber que sos franca&lt;br /&gt;adn know that you are frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que no nos vendamos&lt;br /&gt;adn that we dont betray each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simulacros&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que entre los dos &lt;br /&gt;for that between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no haya telón&lt;br /&gt;there is no curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni abismos. &lt;br /&gt;nor abysses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi estrategia es&lt;br /&gt;My strategy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en cambio&lt;br /&gt;to substitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;más profunda y más&lt;br /&gt;more profound and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple. &lt;br /&gt;simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi estrategia es&lt;br /&gt;my strategy is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que un día cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;that one day any whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé cómo ni sé&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how nor know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con qué pretexto&lt;br /&gt;with what pretext&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por fin me necesites. &lt;br /&gt;finally you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation from Spanish to Englsih by Nacho, Christine&lt;br /&gt;Traduccion Espanol a Ingles de Nacho, Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-2394374170671416237?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/2394374170671416237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/tctica-y-estrategia-mario-benedetti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2394374170671416237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2394374170671416237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/tctica-y-estrategia-mario-benedetti.html' title='Táctica y estrategia -- Mario Benedetti (Uruguay)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-5458435562440572716</id><published>2008-12-17T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:08:10.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Cernuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaron Clift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Los Espinos -- Luis Cernuda (Spain)</title><content type='html'>Los Espinos&lt;br /&gt;The Thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdor nuevo los espinos&lt;br /&gt;tienen ya por la colina,&lt;br /&gt;toda de púrpura y nieve&lt;br /&gt;en el aire estremecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New greenery the hawthorns &lt;br /&gt;Now have along the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Everything of purple and snow in the&lt;br /&gt;trembling air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántos cielos florecidos&lt;br /&gt;les has visto; aunque a la cita&lt;br /&gt;ellos serán siempre fieles,&lt;br /&gt;tú no lo serás un día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many flowering cycles&lt;br /&gt;You have seen; although to the event&lt;br /&gt;They will alawys be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;You won't be one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que la sombra caiga,&lt;br /&gt;aprende cómo es la dicha&lt;br /&gt;ante los espinos blancos&lt;br /&gt;y rojos en flor. Vé. Mira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;Learn what happiness si like&lt;br /&gt;Before the white and red hawthorns&lt;br /&gt;in flower. See. Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mi amigo Aaron Clift ha usado estes poemas para su musica. Vista su sitio web a www.aaronclift.com&lt;br /&gt;*My friend Aaron Clift has used these poems for his music. Visit his website at www.aaronclift.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-5458435562440572716?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/5458435562440572716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-espinos-luis-cernuda-spain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/5458435562440572716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/5458435562440572716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-espinos-luis-cernuda-spain.html' title='Los Espinos -- Luis Cernuda (Spain)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-2439329568973385971</id><published>2008-12-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:00:28.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliverio Girondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Invitacion al Vomito -- Oliveiro Girondo (Argentina)</title><content type='html'>INVITACIÓN AL VOMITO &lt;br /&gt;Invitation to Vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cúbrete el rostro &lt;br /&gt;Cover your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llora. &lt;br /&gt;and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomita. &lt;br /&gt;Vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Si! &lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomita, &lt;br /&gt;Vomit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;largos trozos de vidrio, &lt;br /&gt;long stretches of road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amargos alfileres, &lt;br /&gt;bitter pins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turbios gritos de espanto, &lt;br /&gt;troubling cries of panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocablos carcomidos; &lt;br /&gt;rotting words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre esta nauseabunda iniquidad sin cauce, &lt;br /&gt;about this nauseating iniquiting without a riverbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y esta castrada y fétida sumisión cultivada &lt;br /&gt;and this castrated and fetid cultivated submission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en flatulentos caldos de terror y de ayuno. &lt;br /&gt;in flatulent broths of terror and fasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cúbrete el rostro &lt;br /&gt;Cover your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llora... &lt;br /&gt;and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no te contengas. &lt;br /&gt;but dont contain yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomita. &lt;br /&gt;Vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Si! &lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomita, &lt;br /&gt;Vomit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ante esta paranoica estupidez macabra, &lt;br /&gt;Before this paranoid stupid macabre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre este delirante cretinismo estentóreo &lt;br /&gt;about this delirious volatility,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y esta senil orgía de egoísmo prostático: &lt;br /&gt;and this senile orgy of selfish prostate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lacios coágulos de asco, &lt;br /&gt;lank clots of disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macerada impotencia, &lt;br /&gt;macerated impotence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rancios jugos de hastío, &lt;br /&gt;rank juice of loathing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trozos de amarga espera... &lt;br /&gt;slices of bitterness wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horas entrecortadas por relinchos de angustia. &lt;br /&gt;intersected by hours of whining anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trans/trad. Christine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-2439329568973385971?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/2439329568973385971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/invitacion-al-vomito-oliveiro-girondo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2439329568973385971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/2439329568973385971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/invitacion-al-vomito-oliveiro-girondo.html' title='Invitacion al Vomito -- Oliveiro Girondo (Argentina)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-7202495482048141545</id><published>2008-12-16T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:52:45.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inca'/><title type='text'>Un Cancion de los Incas -- An Inca Song</title><content type='html'>Hermosa flor eres tú,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flower is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punzante espina soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thorn is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres ventura hecha vida&lt;br /&gt;You are the good luck charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que cunde soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;I am expanding bitterness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres virginal paloma,&lt;br /&gt;You are Virginal Paloma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odiosa mosca soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Hideous fly is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna de nieve eres tú,&lt;br /&gt;Night of snow is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche de pena soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Night of punishment is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres el árbol frutecido,&lt;br /&gt;You are fruitful tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carcomido tronco yo.&lt;br /&gt;Rotting trunk is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres mi sol, mi sol eres,&lt;br /&gt;You are my sun, my sun you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche de pesar soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Night of grief is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres vida de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;You are the life of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres amor de amor.&lt;br /&gt;You are love of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfombra a tus pies tendida&lt;br /&gt;The Carpet at your feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seré eternamente yo.&lt;br /&gt;Will be eternally me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blando helecho que despliega&lt;br /&gt;Soft fern that unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su traje de verde nuevo;&lt;br /&gt;your suit of new green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de blanco, eres&lt;br /&gt;dress of white, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La estrella de mi mañana.&lt;br /&gt;the star of my morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanca nube, la más leve,&lt;br /&gt;White cloud lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara fuente de agua pura,&lt;br /&gt;bright source of pure water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu serás mi dulce engaño,&lt;br /&gt;you will be my sweet deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo seré tu oscura sombra.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your dark shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Este traduccion es de inca a espanol por profesionales;&lt;br /&gt;This translation is from inca to spanish by professionals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English/Ingles: Christine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Song'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289643488666208960.post-8181087596543355625</id><published>2008-12-16T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:39:17.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Lado Oscuro de Corazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliverio Girondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Me Importa un Pito -- Oliverio Girondo (Argentina)</title><content type='html'>Me importa un pito que las mujeres tengan los senos como magnolias o como pasas de higo; un cutis de durazno o de papel de lija. Le doy una importancia igual a cero, al hecho de que amanezcan con un aliento afrodisíaco o con un aliento insecticida. Soy perfectamente capaz de soportarles una nariz que sacaría el primer premio en una exposición de zanahorias; ¡pero eso sí! y en esto soy irreductible, no les perdono, bajo ningún pretexto, que no sepan volar. ¡Si no saben volar pierden el tiempo conmigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give a dick whether a woman has breasts like magnolias or like a dried fig, a complexion like peach or sandpaper. I give it an importance equal to zero, if she has breath like aphrodisiac or breath like insecticide. I am perfectly capable of tolerating a nose that would draw the first prize in an exhibition of carrots, but that's it! and here I am irreducible, i dont give pardon, under any pretext, to women which dont know how to fly. If they dont know how to fly they lose time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watch the movie "Al Otro Lado Oscuro del Corazon" if you like this poem&lt;br /&gt;*Mira la pelicula "Al Otro Lado del Corazon" si te gusta este poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trad/trans: Nacho, Christine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4289643488666208960-8181087596543355625?l=poetryencambio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/feeds/8181087596543355625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-importa-un-pito-oliverio-girondo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/8181087596543355625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4289643488666208960/posts/default/8181087596543355625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryencambio.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-importa-un-pito-oliverio-girondo.html' title='Me Importa un Pito -- Oliverio Girondo (Argentina)'/><author><name>Kaiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08858979013584501377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
