martes, 31 de agosto de 2010

i wish











I wish I loved the whole of me
lungs and womb
and mouth
and bones. Instead I love you on the whole

(and I would die for him indeed)
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Ojalá me quisiera completamente
pulmones y útero
y boca
y huesos. En cambio, te quiero por completo

(y moriría  por él sin dudarlo un momento)

lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010

fear not my love











fear not my love
for fearing is a weak dumb thing
what ever as dumb
as willing to be dumb and weak?
i fear, though,
to not want you anymore
before you, i will cry
to be coming weak
and dumb
and blind.
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no temas mi amor
el temor es cosa de débiles e idiotas
y no hay nada tan idiota
como querer ser idiota y débil.
temo, sin embargo,
no quererte nunca más
ante ti lloraré
por volverme débil
idiota
y ciega.

domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010

as we lie side by side

as
we lie side by side
my little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers and
i shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you

your arms are
young;
Your arms will convince me,in the complete silence speaking
upon my body
their ultimate slender language.

do not laugh at my thighs.

there is between my big legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city;the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you;do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming;
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city with children.

my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging,which is
under you and around you and forever:i am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence;therefore O mountain
skillfully murder my breasts,still and always

i will hug you solemnly into me.

e.e. cummings