Weekend-Engagement [ 170 ] - Three Buildings
Louis Isadore Kahn, a renowned architect from Philadelphia, United States, said that architecture is the reaching out for the truth.
Well, I spend my life assembling buildings of words and the keys I want are those of those that are still to be built. That's why I would like to have those three keys, of my next three poems.
As this is practically impossible because the act of writing happens almost as if by magic, because here I bring Three Buildings that I could raise today, circling all over the house.
There were times when I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I fell half asleep thinking about that clay I would use to put the words together. My mind also fanned the faces of my inspiration. I must say, sometimes I cry, because in my verses there is a lot of truth. It seems to be seen, which is obvious, but it is not. I'm telling you it's there, but I'm sure you don't see my truth.
This photo that I have used to graph my post is one of my favourite photos of a lifetime. I did it while walking with a group of bartenders from Portugal, who came to Havana, to enjoy a tour package, and I was documenting all their activities.
At that moment, unique, I did not know how I pressed the shutter and took the photo. It was weird because I was focused on them and not on what was happening on the street, outside of that group of drunken bartenders.
I was also somewhat drunk...
Joke.
But this photo, take a good look. Don't you feel that the ball hurts and it hasn't happened yet?
That's how the buildings I build are, they're like a birth with a lot of pain. Without having left my fingers, beating rhythmically on the keyboard, they hurt. But everything passes.
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I
Everything must fall now
the light of sugary bulbs
the Fly Wing
one second, stinging
piercing the transparent wing of the fly
The Fisherman's Magic Rod
{who in his right mind doesn't want a fish for his hunger}
and even less if hunger has lasted for centuries.
Everything must fall now
My devotion to you
My love for you
My madness for you
how words fall in slow motion
inside a sack of coloured crystals.
II
Don't hurt
to have denied this life
and avoid the icing on the cake in your mouth
when the rain shattered your windows.
You're going to feel it today {this chill}
the knot tightening in your chest
writhing in your navel
emerging from you
as if you were
ivy of sepulchre.
It doesn't matter what's left for me
if pain and pleasure
it's always the same thing.
Don't hurt you
to wait
without ever getting an answer.
III
No one can put out the flame
what's in you
and took hold of you
at the end of the afternoon
with the last drop of storm.
They drank until they drained the sky
and thy light spread.
They drank all the angels from the same cup
and in your body worked the desire.
Rivers grooving your legs
sinking
topping
sweeping there
in the Eden of your dampness
rocked in the embrace of mine.
Nothing will be the same now
after the agreed cry of pleasure
the sea
and the end.
I worked a bit on this translation, trying to make it as close as possible to what I wrote in Spanish, my native language.
This has been my entry for the following topic, proposed by Galenkp.
Topic 4: If you had a key that could open any door in any building on the planet, which three doors would you open? Explain why.
You still have time to participate. Check this.
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Can we open a door to the biggest money vault in the world? 🤣.. We might end up behind bars haha..
😁
Better try to get the key to a place where they teach you to do something that is the best paid in the world... don't you think?
Or the place to the most secret place in the world haha.. Discover what's inside, lol
Better 😂📸
So much creativity! I was not expecting poems and there they are and the truth is that they are beautiful!
If I have to choose, the third one touched me deeply, beautiful words and metaphors.
Thank you for this good reading @nanixxx ❤️
I wasn't expecting this either. I was so curious about this topic of keys and buildings... But, at the same time, I thought that I don't like other people's keys. My own keys can take me anywhere, however unbelievable it may seem.
Thank you @avdesing!
There are keys that open doors and are invisible, like the key to kindness.... I started to philosophise haha❤️
You are quite right. There are many keys but most people are not aware of them, nor do they know how to use them.
We are surrounded by large buildings and the keys have been given to us, or are waiting for us to find them.
There are also many people who already spend long periods of time in them, and look down from their rooftops on the beauty of this great city, serene, happy, at peace.
And many others are still searching for those keys, keys that would make us better and happier.
Bellas palabras, @nanixxx, que arte poder adornar estos post cargados de emoción con fotos tan perfectas❤
Saludos y cálido abrazo🙌🙌🙌🙌
Gracias. Un abrazo para ti, ha sido un poco difícil esto de traducir versos. 🥺👀
Yo no sería nadie sin una cámara creo. No por lo que pueda llegar a mostrar con ella, sino por lo que me hace sentir.
Artists are architects, indeed! You are a very good one.
The photo and how it was born - very cool! And actually, the ball wanted you to press the shutter haha :D
But seriously, the ball is static there as it has been focused on your camera and the boys imply much movement in them. But the child's foot will only hurt if he kicks the ball, and the other child's body will hurt if the ball hits him. {revisa el último poema, en final, por un typo}
😉 edité, gracias.
SS
¿será que tengo más typos?
This is a good observation. If they stay static like that for eternity, should I stay like that too?
Esto viene como un spread the vibes de un comentario en mi post hahah, por la traducción
Te quería sugerir ya ayer, que en un comentario en tu post (bueno, en este post) los pongas en versión original (en español) o post aparte, no sé en realidad si se podría aparte ya...no creo. Porque aunque están muy bien en inglés, me quedo con algunas dudas que creo si se leen en español suenan diferente. Pero sería como un consejo no solicitado {o un regalo no solicitado}. (sé que en weekend no se puede publicar en dos idiomas en el post). Nada, no me hagas caso, quizás lo leemos un día en español, publicado en un poemario o parecido! 🤓
😅...!!!¡¡¡
TRES EDIFICIOS
I
Todo debe caer ahora
la luz de las bombillas azucaradas
el ala de la mosca
el segundo punzante
agujereando el ala transparente de la mosca
la vara mágica del pescador
{que en su sano juicio no quiere un pescado
para su hambre}
y menos si el hambre dura ya siglos.
Todo debe caer ahora
mi devoción por ti
mi amor por ti
mi locura por ti
como caen las palabras
en cámara lenta
dentro de un saco
de cristales de colores.
II
Que no te duela
el haber negado esta vida
y evitar en tu boca la guinda del pastel
cuando la lluvia destrozó tus ventanas.
Vas a sentirlo hoy {este escalofrío}
el nudo apretando en tu pecho
retorciéndose en tu ombligo
emergiendo de ti
como si fueras hiedra
de sepulcro.
No importa qué quede para mí
si el dolor y el placer
siempre es la misma cosa.
Que no te duela
esperar
sin que llegue jamás
una respuesta.
III
Nadie puede apagar la lumbre
que está en ti
y se apoderó de ti
al final de la tarde
con la última gota de tormenta.
Bebieron hasta drenar el cielo
Y se esparció tu luz.
Bebieron todos los ángeles de la misma copa
y en tu cuerpo obró el deseo
ríos ranurando tus piernas
hincando
rematando
arrasando ahí
en el Edén de tus humedades
vas mecida
en el abrazo de las mías
nada será igual ahora
después del grito pactado de placer
el mar
y el fin.
Well constructed buildings! I wish I could see that truth they hold. Their facade, however, is charming and painful at the same time, like life. Excellent post, @nanixxx.
P. S. The photo is a gem.
A nice way to arrive on a Sunday night to my house inhabited by words... I thank you and send you a big hug.
I don't know if it will be that much, but it was one of my best shots.
😘
You're a great poet, arranging words from your heart, writing it down into a poem.
The pictures tells for me two things, happiness and hurt. Happiness because these two young boy enjoying their time playing and hurt because the other one might not catch the ball.
Thank you. I'm glad you liked my post.
Photo. Yes, it has many readings and that is one of them. 😇
(I've been tearing out pieces of my soul for a week now, maybe in this new one starting, I dedicate the nights to sleeping).
;)
I don't know what you're going through this time but I pray that you will be at peace.
Thank you. I receive your good wishes with much affection, but it's not bad what I'm going through, it's quite the opposite. Tearing pieces of the soul sounds hard, but it is beautiful.
Yes from the word tearing, I understand it as broken too but yes a broken soil means their is a life of a plant sprouting.
That's right. That is the source of all that I am and will be. And I am grateful for everything that happens to me day by day. The good, the bad, the learning and the path that leads me to the understanding that I still have a lot to learn.
Lo hermoso de la poesía es como nos transmite un sentimiento profundo que nace en las entrañas del escritor y se escapa en cada frase, gracias por compartir tu arte es hermoso e invaluable.
Gracias a ti por estas palabras tan bonitas. Lo aprecio mucho.