Calm and delight

01.05.2017

 

Feel the wind again

and the sun shining from the stone

Wild flowers dance like a pendulum

The space is wide and open

Freedom and life are nothing but few instants

 

We are far away from what we seem to be

yet closer to ourselves

and together

sharing silence

silent dreams

a smile invisible on our faces

dancing unpretentiously in our hearts

like these daisies

forget me nots

and poppies

swaying in our joyful distraction

 

puppies move their tails

you twirl your hair round your finger

my nose rests on your temples

and something warm swirls up inside

like dust swirls in the air, light,

perhaps this is the happiness they strive for

or maybe something else, pure, delight,

for us and for now

nameless and ephemeral

lonely and calm

 

El Matallana

Sea of November

11.11.2016

A sea of mercury in Malta
and the wind moves bluish greys:

My life is like a memory,
I don’t know where my past has gone,
not much of my future is left

I’ve never been too safe,
I’ve never known what I’ve done,
neither the old love never fading
nor the new love now lurking

There is no time in my life
but there is life in my time
the lively waves of this day
ignore the dead ones from yesterday.

El Matallana

Mar de noviembre

10.11.2016

Un mar de mercurio en Malta
y el viento mueve grises azulados:

Mi vida parece un recuerdo,
no sé a dónde ha ido mi pasado,
queda poco hoy de mi futuro

Nunca he estado muy seguro,
nunca he sabido lo que he hecho,
ni aquel amor nunca olvidado
ni este nuevo ya al acecho

Pasa veloz el tiempo en mi vida
pero hay mucha vida en mi tiempo,
las vivas olas de este día
ignoran las de ayer que han muerto.

El Matallana

Pupila mortal – Mortal pupil

05.10.2016

 

No es el lugar

soy yo y mis múltiples duelos

mis agazapados, sordos deseos

y el más oscuro anhelo

del abismo más allá de nuestros cuerpos

en la pupila mortal que observa el miedo

o la oscuridad voraz que engulle el tiempo.

 

It is not the place

it is me and my multiple griefs

my crouching, deaf desires

and the most obscure longing

for the abyss beyond our bodies

in the mortal pupil observing fear

or the voracious darkness swallowing time.

 

El Matallana

Our kiss

26.09.2016

 

I know they also told you

about fear

and hate

us being excluded

from their feast

from our fate

from our fading eternity

 

You learned very well how to hide

and eventually forgot

that longing

for truth

and denied

a lovely place in our smile

where our life is our destiny

 

Our kiss is the kiss

from that time

when first two were really surprised

finding darkness, sadness

and light

beyond one’s cage of body or mind

caressing chaos with synergy

 

El Matallana

Flowers and love

25.09.2016

 

There were flowers

before I thought about flowers

when I went back to valleys and gardens

all was already long gone

 

There was love

before I knew about love

when I understood what had happened

I found myself on my own

 

El Matallana