(ROBERTO Juarroz)
Heaven does with its clouds,
land with clods
and falling tree
with their own foliage.
Only and can be heard
the song without distance
the song does not fit in the ear
because it is in the ear,
the only song not repeated.
Every man needs
untranslatable song.
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party like a rock by lightning
a broken stalk
's own delusions of the flower that says,
suddenly exhibits at the site of rupture
something that looks like a homecoming.
The shame of loving only multiple
love is turning into madness,
in a sun that suddenly moves
to the side of the street.
The poem breaks
to recognize love in its own substance
the unity of the multiple
shame.
The poem breaks
for the sun to return.
as a fiber clearer
affects the voice of ice cream.
child is not returning.
God is not something that has been dressed in white.
is not a moon in the day.
that shows its existence.
Impossible Never raise your voice.
there in the thread of all movement
flies to grace
as a mysterious
passion and transgression of the movement.
A secret code
sweat stunning harmony
that seems to underlie the bottom
projects and their signs
and get an instant
the very heart of the movement,
to emerge at last
as absolutely necessary,
bewildering body of beauty.
All movement is a contradictory trial,
all beauty is a pressing uncertainty
all grace an unexpected balance
slip movement,
a leak that is late,
a flower outlaw
because flower.
towers towers were never,
sunken scenes
by force of their own scenes
that were played between them.
The body collapses and things
can never entirely surprised.
memory are anticipated
and even robbed of their imminence,
presentiment
as if she were the pope
of a cult of ruins.
But there is still
other craters more secrets,
behind memory,
quieter in her womb,
in the sinking fund from which we come
and wrapped presents itself as a mirror
the final collapse of all things.
Just to prove
develop the mirror.
think is an incomprehensible insistence
extend something like the perfume of the rose
or drilling holes
on the side of darkness.
It is also transhipped something
in senseless maneuver
from a ship sunk
a smooth sailing ship.
think is insisting
in a solitude of no return.
disrupt the dropper age
and rip the shroud
minute repeated as bees.
stepping in time
and walk it
as on a beach
whose sea has dried?
How to jump in time
and a foothold in the void
and excavated absence?
How
and splice the past
with everything that flees?
How to find eternity in time,
eternity of time,
jaws frozen in cooler?
How to recognize the time
and find the unknown edge
cutting moments
and always divided
right in the middle?
not the first.
provide when the cup is empty
and wait a moment,
if there is someone to share that toast.
And if no one answers
toast the empty glass
and still be able to think
a drink after the last.
And drink what's left.
monitors love.
Love should not be secure,
but sometimes devastating thing he loves,
plaguing not love what
or destroys itself.
Love has always been a danger to humans,
perhaps even the gods.
Love needs monitoring.
to the flower needs supervision.
And only loneliness unbroken
that settles on us as a tough watchdog
can save us from these furies
custody while their depths.
addition of concentrated solitude that eye
is not also another kind of love,
its most modest and true?
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