domingo, 13 de enero de 2013

you who never arrived













   a  J.
                                                                    
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced
upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

Rainer Maria Rilke

4 comentarios:

  1. En el seno de este nuevo amor, muérete
    Tu camino comienza en el otro lado.
    Conviértete en el cielo
    Con un hacha ataca el muro de tu prisión.
    Escápate
    Sal como si te hubieran dado a luz en
    Un mundo de color.
    Hazlo ya.
    Estás cubierto de espesas nubes
    Deslízate. Muere.
    Silencio.
    La quietud es señal segura de que
    Has muerto.
    En tu antigua vida ansiosamente huías
    Del silencio sin cesar
    Ahora se asoma la luna llena enmudecida.

    RUMI

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  2. Nada hay peor que caminar por la calle
    sin ti. No sé a dónde voy.
    Tú eres el camino, y el conocedor de caminos,
    más que mapas, más que amor.

    Rumi

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  3. http://youtu.be/fWp1VFrBP2c

    Estuve de viaje. Ahora no.

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  4. Mi corazón
    es una bala rota
    que busca su camino
    entre mi sangre.

    Gracias.

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