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miércoles, 29 de agosto de 2012

RAIN CAN........

rain cant tell a lie,
rain can be louder then a fly,

rain cant make shoes
rain can hit the roof

rain cant be nice (person wise)
rain can make ice

rain cant bleed
rain can grow a seed

rain cant draw a toon
rain can make a tune

rain cant be a loon
rain can make a monsoon

so rain can and cant do alot of things.
here comes the rain!
oh look! it's spring!

The rain

Siete días largos la lluvia monótona
Golpeó mi ventana.
Siete días largos.
El corazón mismo se llenó de lágrimas.
Nubes en los labios,
En el pecho sombras,
Libros en las manos, las mejillas blancas ...
Siete días largos ...
Las aceras húmedas, los negros paraguas.
Hoy nacieron cuatro rosas purpurinas
Y están en mi cara.
Oro de los cielos puso ruiseñores
En todas las jaulas.
Sangre borbotea, los pies no se apoyan,
La carne es estrecha y el alma rebalsa
Fluido que ahoga me rodea el cuerpo:
Abierto los poros no retengo el alma.
¡Oh, lástima, lástima!
Tanta primavera que no logra taza
Para ser bebida.
Tanta primavera que no logra llama
Para ser quemada.
Tú, ¿dónde te ocultas, tú, que no has logrado
Todavía telas, redes, cribas, mallas,
Donde enredarían mis flores azules
Vencidas de amores a dulces palabras?
¿Dónde las dos manos de acero y de seda
que me tomarían en esta mañana
solar, para nunca soltarme las manos
que habrían de hacerme roja siendo blanca?
¡Oh, mi primavera que logró su alma
Oh, mi primavera en sus manos fuertes
Perdida y gustada!

viernes, 17 de agosto de 2012

The Alchemy of Love / a Rumi Poem

You come to us from another world

From beyond the stars and void of space.
Transcendent, Pure, of unimaginable beauty,
Bringing with you the essence of love

You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence, bringing joy
to ruler and ruled

To peasant and king
You bewilder us with your grace.
All evils transform into goodness.
You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love in earth and sky
in heart and soul of every being.
Through your love existence and nonexistence merge.

All opposites unite.
All that is profane becomes sacred again.

martes, 14 de agosto de 2012

LOOKING FOR LOVE...

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?

Hayat

Kır çiçeklerinin yurt tuttuğu
her dağın hüzünlü bir patikası var
kuytusuna yaralı düşen kuşlar
son kez baktıklarında görürler boşluğu

Gövdem bir dağ gülüm
kalbim onun patikası
Son kuşların giderken bıraktığı en uçası
boşluğa resmedilmiş yaralı bakış ömrüm

Ayrılık uçurumunda çiçek verir
sürgünü kendinde ömür ağacı
Gezginlerin geçerken umursamadığı
seçilmiş yalnızlığın ateşinde erir
hayata çığlık veren sancı

Herkesin kimliğinde bir Ferhat
dağları delmeğe hazır aşk için
Herkesin uçurumu bir Şirin
Sorgulanan günlerin toplamıdır hayat

I Like For You to be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it΄s not true.