cspellot, 2010
te dije adiós con un abrazo
y se fundieron nuestros cuerpos
antes de ser uno
casi listos para serlo
te dije adiós con mis labios
plantados en los tuyos
susurrándote al oído te amo
soy tuyo
te dije adiós con cada fibra de mi ser
mi corazón palpitando acelerado
estremecido por tu tacto
un alma rasgada en la partida
pero jamás pensé decirte adiós con mis lágrimas
que me robaron las palabras
y hasta el aire
y te lo dijeron todo mis mil lágrimas
cuando te dije adiós
20.3.10
18.3.10
Escribí este poema el 2 de julio de 1997. Lo terminé a las 7:23 PM, a sólo unos cuantos meses de casarme con mi prometida Aixa, quien es hoy mi amada esposa. cspellot
Me ocurre contigo
que al verte
muero y permanezco
vivo.
Me ocurre contigo que al verte
se detiene
el tiempo y
no respiro
y aún vivo.
Me ocurre contigo
que al verte
mi corazón se paraliza
y se acelera a la vez
y me suspendo en
el aire, amor,
y sigo vivo.
Al verte
algo extraño ocurre.
Como si la vida y la
muerte se encontraran
y tú la vida, amor,
me rescataras.
Me ocurre contigo
que al verte
muero y permanezco
vivo.
Me ocurre contigo que al verte
se detiene
el tiempo y
no respiro
y aún vivo.
Me ocurre contigo
que al verte
mi corazón se paraliza
y se acelera a la vez
y me suspendo en
el aire, amor,
y sigo vivo.
Al verte
algo extraño ocurre.
Como si la vida y la
muerte se encontraran
y tú la vida, amor,
me rescataras.
8.3.10
Poem for Iraq
cspellot, 2010
Poem for Iraq
The fault lines of your soul
lie bare for all to see.
Your old veil of contempt stripped.
The raw nakedness of hatred
trying to clothe you now on your new dawn.
Plow on.
Desert land of big rivers
and biblical antiquity.
Home forsaken by Abraham
still standing after ulcers ate your children.
Fragile and abused. Maimed and abused.
Abused but not forgotten. Yes! A new dawn.
Hated by your own. Loved more by your own.
Plow on.
The fault lines of your soul
lie bare for all to see.
Your old veil of contempt stripped.
The raw nakedness of hatred
trying to clothe you now on your new dawn.
Plow on.
Desert land of big rivers
and biblical antiquity.
Home forsaken by Abraham
still standing after ulcers ate your children.
Fragile and abused. Maimed and abused.
Abused but not forgotten. Yes! A new dawn.
Hated by your own. Loved more by your own.
Plow on.
6.3.10
Cry little child
cspellot 2010
Cry little child.
Your precious tears.
Cry little child.
Solemn tears of despair
and sorrow.
Cry little child.
Your hurt is mine.
Cry little child.
We cry together.
Tears of a burning earth and a bleak sky.
Cry little child.
The deep pain inside the earth.
Cry little child.
The ground shaking.
The walls falling.
A crushing blow for him...
For her...
For them...
Cry little child.
The wind is gone little child.
And your chest burns day and night.
Cry little child.
You're not alone.
Cry little child.
Then cry some more.
Cry little child.
Cry.
Your precious tears.
Cry little child.
Solemn tears of despair
and sorrow.
Cry little child.
Your hurt is mine.
Cry little child.
We cry together.
Tears of a burning earth and a bleak sky.
Cry little child.
The deep pain inside the earth.
Cry little child.
The ground shaking.
The walls falling.
A crushing blow for him...
For her...
For them...
Cry little child.
The wind is gone little child.
And your chest burns day and night.
Cry little child.
You're not alone.
Cry little child.
Then cry some more.
Cry little child.
Cry.
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