Sofía Serra Giráldez. Poeta. Blog amigo.

Abrir los ojos

Abrir los ojos

a dormir, corazón,

cantaba la canción.

Posar mis ojos en tu instante,
descubrir que el mundo
no se hizo en un día sino
en tus cuatro extremidades,
solventar aritmética de relojes
y gusanos universales horadando
las paralelas estancias que habitamos,
remedar sin pausa la lentitud de la flor
al abrirse, el remero de las olas
al habituar al mar
con su enflaquecida persistencia
y comunicar que no somos dioses sino
sólo algarabías devaluadas
por nuestra especialidad
en menospreciarnos,
en decaer nuestras manos
hasta que el otro no las halle.


Eso he vuelto a descubrir
hoy, nuevo hoy, el abismo
de nuevo, tu soledad.


Sofía Serra ( de "Suroeste")

A Horse With No Name

Todo está ya escrito, y, aún más, cantado, y mucho más bellamente que una semipoeta como yo pueda hacerlo... pero como el mundo no ha muerto aún, aquí sigue y seguimos, y el tiempo vendrá a pedirnos cuentas, aunque no estemos ya para poder darlas.

El tiempo es, la verdad sea dicha, un ingenuo.

Creo que por eso la semipoeta puede creer en él, así, tan ingenuamente.

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On the first part of the journey
i was looking at all the life
there were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
the first thing i met was a fly with a buzz
and the sky with no clouds
the heat was hot and the ground was dry
but the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be out of the rain
in the desert you can remember your name
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
la, la ...
After two days in the desert sun
my skin began to turn red
after three days in the desert fun
i was looking at a river bed
and the story it told of a river that flowed
made me sad to think it was dead
You see i've been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be out of the rain
in the desert you can remember your name
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
la, la ...
After nine days i let the horse run free
'cause the desert had turned to sea
there were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
the ocean is a desert with it's life underground
and a perfect disguise above
under the cities lies a heart made of ground
but the humans will give no love
You see i've been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be out of the rain
in the desert you can remember your name
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
la, la ...