miércoles, septiembre 05, 2012

A la que ama las plantas


Premeditado autismo
desplazado
Plácida vos
Bajo la lluvia
El sol
de los venados
Aleluya la voz
mientras
el ojo escucha

2 comentarios:

Nicole B dijo...

The voices of another
time fall silent
when I think of you.

Sensation:
my home
my sun
my you
my me
my center.

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"Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language."--Samuel Johnson

Metafora Zero dijo...

Well, it might not be translated, but your words somehow add a scent to it. When I become famous, you'll be my official translator. By the way, cool quote from Samuel Johnson.