“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”AUSTRIAN proverb
I love Spring in Wien
Amo la Primavera en Viena
POETRY – POESIA
FAVORITE – FAVORITO
I love Julio Cortázar! He was an Argentine writer/novelist/essayist/poet with the gift to address the everyday life with depth and sensuality. Oh! I could listen to his voice forever. I provide my humble translation. Enjoy!
Who can notice them wandering through the city
if all of them are blind?
They hold hands: something speaks
between their fingers, sweet tongues
lick the sweaty palm, running through the phalanges,
and above, the night is full of eyes.
They are the lovers, their island floats adrift
toward deaths of grass, toward ports
opening under the sheets.
Everything comes undone through them,
everything finds its total swindled,
but they have no idea
for while tumbling in their sour sand
there is a pause in the task of nothingness,
the tiger is a garden at play.
The morning finds the garbage trucks,
the blind begin to exit,
the ministry opens its doors.
The lovers, fatigued gaze and touch each other
once more before smelling the day.
Dressed, they go out into the street
and only then
when dead, when dressed,
the city’s hypocrisy recovers them
imposing on them daily obligations.
Translated by Marlene Woods
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