amor… what more can I do?


❝ So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earth,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you to the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.❞

Pablo Neruda

feeling free


LEISURE

« don’t save yourself,
don’t be immobile
on the edge of the road,
don’t freeze the joy,
don’t love with reluctance,
don’t save yourself now
or ever,
don’t save yourself,
don’t fill with calm,
don’t reserve of the world
just a calm place,
don’t let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
don’t speak without lips,
don’t fall asleep without sleepiness,
don’t think of you without blood,
don’t judge yourself without time;
but if in spite of everything
you cannot avoid it
and you freeze the joy,
and you love with reluctance,
and you save yourself now,
and you’re full with calm,
and you reserve of the world
just a calm place,
and you let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
and you speak without lips,
and you fall asleep without sleepiness,
and you think yourself without blood,
and you judge yourself without time,
and you are immobile
on the edge of the road,
and you save yourself,
then
don’t stay with me.
— Mario Benedetti —

high alert


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I tied the trees at the eyes
with a green bandana
and I told them to find me;
and the trees found me instantly
with a guffaw of leaves.
I tied the birds at the eyes
with a kerchief of clouds
and I told them to find me…
and the birds found me
with a song… 😉
I tied the sadness at the eyes
with a smile…
and the sadness found me
the next day
into a love…
I tied the sun at the eyes
with my nights
and I told him to find me…
You’re there everywhere,
all this time, he said;
don’t hide anymore.
Don’t you hide anymore said
all the things and sentiments
which I’ve tried to tie their eyes…

d◕◡◕b
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poem by Marin Soresco
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

(la nuit dans l’ile)


« All night I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.
Perhaps very late
our dreams joined
at the top or at the bottom,
up above like branches moved by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.
Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now –
bread, wine, love, and anger –
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life.
I have slept with you
all night long while
the dark earth spins
with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly
in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled your waist.
Neither night nor sleep
could separate us.
I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me a taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us. »
Night On The Island – Pablo Neruda—

 Burnout │All or Nothing
Ute Lemper │ Trenton │ The NGHBRS

You Who Never Arrived


« 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
unsuspected 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 —

See Myself In You — Keep On Shining │ Love

if you’d gonna disappear…


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If you’d gonna disappear,
in a random evening gloom,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d sail crazy on the sea-foam
with a sack that’s full of clay
and a back-full of twig-sprigs
to reshape you from beginning
with the power of my hand…
  long and monotonous labor
 (just to bring you back to life, 
lovely feme adored woman…)
me, a sick Pygmalion… 
c’mon, wander, Galatea.
long and monotonous labor, x2
(just to bring you back to life,
lovely feme adored woman…)

If you’d gonna disappear,
be your death made of life only,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d go to the ice’s countries
to rebuild you out of icicles,
dressing you into a hoar-frost,
after that be free to leave
wherever will be your fancy.

If you’d gonna truly fall,
at the moment of high reveal,
I would quietly come to you,
recompose you out of angels.
I would quietly come to you, x2 
recompose you out of angels

After all this, I will leave…
humiliated and delusive
to the side where my home is,
a French roof in purgatory…

If you’d gonna disappear,
from my laugh out of my weep,
I’d find you within myself
from my DNA rebuilt

if you’d gonna disappear

poem by Adrian Paunescu │ performer, Nicu Alifantis 
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

music to my eyes


« ▬ Can I tell you a secret? I’m not very good at keeping secrets.
   — What?
   ▬  I just wanted to take another look at you. Look at me.
         I love you! You’re music to my eyes!
        They can’t hurt us. We’re far from the shallow now. »

Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper

modern addiction…


Your modern addiction, it’s Me…
For you got me, you may blame yourself,
even to look… at the trouble I’m in
brushing off the powder made of a vow.
But I’ll illuminate you with my love,
you to be happy over time,
and hypnotized as I can’t describe…

You… will show me how…
Beware the sickness. Even if we’d be
a quirky machine, we will still erode
living in silence in a deep blue sea…
Any mistake will take us to a new crawl.

Tender

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