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23.01.2021

The Balanguera

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O mysterious Balanguera,
like a spider of fine art,
her spinning wheel emptieth
and off our lives it pulleth.
Like a Parca she pondereth,
and seweth well tomorrow’s cloth.
The Balanguera spinneth, spinneth
and the Balanguera shall spin.
 
Her glimpse to the past she turneth,
O’er shades of ancestry she watcheth,
and of the new spring she owneth
31.10.2020

Worlds Apart

I don't know how you have kept
Beauty, amidst hell,
Not how you were able to escape
From the horror that has hurt you.
When I lick your wounds
I see, deep in your eyes,
What I cannot erase:
We have been born worlds apart!
 
La la-la, la la-ra la la-la...
 
Far beyond the oceans,
Far beyond the cry of the seas,
Where rain has its root
Blessed by Allah.
Where the moon descends from the stars
Into a dusty world,
Our hearts have found each other
On a bridge that we have built...
 
La la-la, la la-ra la la-la...
 
In this time that we must live,
The truth is useless:
Let's create a time for our love,
Full of life amidst death!
The stars follow us
In the path that we've opened...
Your heart with my own heart,
Far above these worlds apart!
 
La la-la, la la-ra la la-la...
 
With both the blood and the darkness
With whom we've learned to deal closely,
We shan't spend one more moment:
We haven't been able to choose
The sadness of death
In our separate worlds,
But allow our love to give
Everything it can give!
 
Everything it can give...
Everything it can give...
 
La la-la, la la-ra la la-la...
 
30.10.2020

Farewell To An Adolescent Love

I don't know whether I'm thinking about you
Or the waves of a sad sea are soaking me
21.10.2020

Sweet Murmur Of Every Afternoon

Sweet murmur of every afternoon,
Do not fade away: do caress me
With the voices and laughter
Of singing children
Down my street where, only they
Bring tenderness every evening
As well as old memories that cause the rebirth
Of longing for those arms,
Because I cannot love them...
Stop this torment for just a little.
 
Acrimonious sweetness of every afternoon,
Return once more and intoxicate me
25.09.2020

Jim

Jim doesn't bring me the flowers I love anymore,
Jim, we don't laugh together anymore
And I don't deserve that :
I don't even know why I'm so fond of Jim…
Jim doesn't tell me anymore
That I'm his raging yearning,
[His] burning love
From which he doesn't burn anymore
Even though we'd been together for years.
 
And if by chance, I'm feeling lovesick,
I pretend to take my own revenge
And let him go
But my heart crumbles a little more each time.
I know that the day he'll love love, he'll leave me
But take my words for it:
May it be today or tomorrow,
I'll always carry a little something from Jim (2x)
 
I'll always carry a little something from Jim.
 
24.08.2020

It Wasn't An Island

Like a wounded dragon,
Like small islet
Dancing on the sea...
She is a gorgon:
Alexander The Great's sister,
Who grieves with a scream
That moves storms!
 
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
 
She floods lands with delirium
And it doesn't stop until all of them are free!
She floods lands with delirium
Near Crete...
 
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium...!
 
18.08.2020

The Voice of the Sea

I'd say that I feel no fear.
For, out of it, I keep making wood shavings.
Everything burns and I look at it, silent,
Without making a fuss:
The wheat and the haystacks
Of my youth.
 
Be quiet! Do be quiet, pain!
Now, I'm just a shadow of myself,
But still
It's a most intimate celebration
To hear, from afar, the voice of the sea...
 
28.06.2018

Thessalonica

When loneliness is one's only friend,
When nothing welcomes hope
And when sadness covers the garden
And a mist of sorrow fills my home,
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
 
The story changes like a season,
The sea changes, the stars change,
The skin rejuvenates and songs also change,
And love leaves with an absurd dream
And you keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
 
[Chorus:]
The secret that you gifted to me
Is the strength for all my journeys
Because you keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...

 
The voice of my song lives in Mallorca
And my dream rises in Alexandria,
And corals adorn me in Nicosia
And the breeze caresses me in Menorca
For you keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
 
[Chorus:]
The secret that you gifted to me
Is the strength for all my journeys
Because you keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...
You keep the sun for me...

 
30.04.2018

Loving guajira

Ah! You're leaving for Havana...
Don't look at any other woman:
Think about your first love,
Whom you have left behind in !
 
Ah! Once you're there,
On the other side of the sea,
You shall see a dove
That will bring you a memory of me...
 
Ah... In Havana, by the sea,
I met the source of my life's joy:
A young man who makes me sing
Many songs, both night and day!
 
Ah, light Northerly breeze!
Cheer my little body up,
Because my beloved
Now lives in the port of Havana.
 
Ah! If you leave for Cuba,
My darling, have fun!
And, if you find other loves,
Think about the one you've left here...
 
Ah! If the sea became ink
And the fish, gold leaf,
I would write a little letter
To the owner of my heart!
 
16.03.2018

The Seashell

Love and its reminiscence, who freed me
From people, this place and time itself,
Magically filled my very life
With beautiful gleams of gold and silver.
 
On day, in the evening, it arrived dissipating all mirages:
I bid them all farewell - everything must fade and die -
And (in my hand) crumbled, somewhat reluctantly,
A seashell come from distant beaches.
 
06.10.2017

The Moira

The mysterious Moira,
Like a spider versed in subtle arts,
Empties her distaff time and time again,
Creating the threads for our lives.
 
As one of Parcae, she is deep in thought
As she weaves tomorrow's fabric:
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
Like a Fate, she is deep in thought
As she weaves tomorrow's fabric:
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
Turning her sight back
The looks into the shadows of the past
And finds out where next Spring's
Seed, lies hidden.
 
She knows that a tree grows taller
The deeper its roots can go:
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
She knows that a tree grows taller
The deeper its roots can go:
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
Out of old traditions and brand new hopes
She weaves the flag of tomorrow's youth,
As one who would weave a bridal veil
With gold and silver hair.
 
For childhood, which is rising,
For old age, which is fading,
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
For childhood, which is rising,
For old age, which is fading,
The Moira spins and spins,
The Moira shall keep spinning.
 
05.10.2017

Sonnet

Whenever she is asleep, enjoying the quiet pleasures
Of the old garden, which vibrates full of flowers and nighttime,
Passing by her window, I am the wind,
And everything else is like a delicious breeze.
 
Whenever she is asleep and, without warning
Plunges into the great depths of oblivion...
I am the bee that stabs her with a burning
Stinger - fury and fire - right in her chest.
 
The one who was all magnificence, charm and beauty
And ethereal movement, turns into sorrow and cries.
While I, the source of her pain, turn my sweetness
 
Into soft caresses full of sin
And Love - who has seen, with His eyes closed, the full battle -
Falls asleep with a delighted smile.
 
04.10.2017

Dead Soul

There were two lovers
Who were out of their wits:
One of them, had to leave for war...
The other one, had to die.
 
We he actually returned from war,
He found out that his beloved has already been buried!
So, he took his guitar
And went to find her grave...
 
So, after reaching the grave
He began to play...
So, after reaching the grave
He started to sing...
 
Awaken, oh dead soul!
Awaken from your sleep at once!
For, if you don't come out of it
I will force you to wake up!
 
If you value the love that you once felt for me,
Don't try to find me at all!
For, if you could see me now,
I would make you recoil in horror...
 
You would never horrify me
And I will never frighten you!
For, immediately after seeing you, I would
Die, so that I could be with you...
 
On my tombstone
I wrote a few lines:
'I have died because of love!
For, without love, none can live!'
 
La ra la ra la la la...