«Without Ever Coming Out», by Carlos Germán Belli

When shall I at last return, In which minute, time or age, To my lady’s dearest part —No one knows it, only me— So inside her I just stay Without ever coming out? To that place I want to go, To her deepest inner side, To the secret valley of joy Where my body andSigue leyendo “«Without Ever Coming Out», by Carlos Germán Belli”

The Phantom

I saw a girl last night. She dances under the dome of the sky, Under the dome of the spanning night that surrounds the living. She hears the music and dances to it, The music that surrounds the silence of the dead, The music that sounds in the morning As the sunbeam touches the intersticesSigue leyendo “The Phantom”

The Wildfire

To the people of Valparaíso Where does it come from, The full heat of the fire? Does it come from the hills Up above us, Where the standing trees, Rising their non-fleshed bodies That patience made, Dry themselves into the wind? Does it come from the wind Howling among the gorges of the hills, AmongSigue leyendo “The Wildfire”

Whistlin’ in the Rain

After Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown song I’m whistlin’ in the rain, oh!, I’m whistlin’ in the rain, What a marvelous parade to walk here not in vain: The streets are slippy and wet, but my heart is fun and set For a new summer to see every wonder and let The clouds of my lifeSigue leyendo “Whistlin’ in the Rain”