CELOSIAS, BLINDS, LIKE THOSE ON THE WINDOW

poem(a): POR CARLOS MIJARES POYER, JR.

-CELOSIA-

Me miras pasar todas las tardes

creyendo no verte

esos ojos recorren la calle

como una luz, en la misma luz, siempre.

A veces vengo tarde, de noche,

cuando se deja ver tu figura

que suavemente

hace rizos del bombillo. Lo entona.

Y allí estás...casi desnuda,

tu mirada de nuevo:

Unos ojos escarlata

que hacen trizas

toda esa oscuridad.

Cuando la mañana

abre lentamente, y levanta sus brazos

en la ventana

y tu no estás...

y tu no estás...

TRANSLATION BY THE AUTHOR:

--BLINDS--

You look every afternoon

thinking I do not see you

those eyes cover the street

like light, in the same light, always.

Sometimes I come late, at night,

when your figure allows itself to be seen

that gently

makes ripples of the lightbulb. Entonates it.

And there you are... almost in the nude

your gaze once again:

A pair of scarlet eyes

that rip

all of that darkness.

When morning,

opens slowly and raises its arms

upon the window...

and you´re not there...

and you´re not there...

copyright 2008, by Carlos Mijares Poyer, english and spanish original and translation.

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