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Four poems: grendels nature...the racetrack...counting days...[now in english and spanish] - poetry


English Version

1) Grendel's Divorce

You must know that I do not hate

And that I hate you,
Because the lot dead has two

A sound is one arm of the quiet,
Ice has its warm half.

I hate you in order to start hating you
To begin life again
And never to stop hating you:
That is why I do not hate you yet.

I hate you, and I do not hate you,

As if I carried
Locks in my pocket: to a past of
A feeble, collapse joy-

My hate has two lives, in order to

Hate you,
That is why I hate you, when I do

Do not hate you,
And also why I hate you when

I do?!.

#700 6/1/05

2) Grendel's Waiting

Do not go far off, for more than a

Moment; because-because-
It's awkward to say this: a jiffy is not,
Not long, and Grendel will be waiting
For you, as in an empty cave,
Nothing is safe.

Don't be alone, even for an hour,

Friends, full of anguish will run,
Run after you, sharp the life
Out of your heart?

?oh, hide your silhouette, yes
Never disappear it, just hide it,

Hide it, eyelids and all into an
Empty space; fine my

Because-because-in that moment
You wander off, you will have gone

So far, you will not come back; and
And love will hang about here dying?

#701 6/2005

3) As well as Days
[Prose poetry]

Each day I wake-up I
Thank God for another-; for
today is only today. It has its
own chronicle you might say,
which consumes all of the past for me.

When I look back, it seems
the days, no longer days (rather
history now) come and gone,
had wings on.

I do not want to swallow-up
tomorrow, it will come and pass,
and be consumed like a burning
patch of autumn leaves.

#703 6/2005

4) Papa Augusto's Hipdromo
[At the Racetrack in Lima, Peru-5/2005]

While I sit here, in the open,
drifting in myself,
I must have stared a long time
down the racetrack, away from the
someone yells
"Trifecta!" everyone's in my space
I won!!

#707 6/1/05

Spanish Version

1) El Divorcio de Grendel

Usted debe saberlo que yo no odio

Y lo que yo odio,
porque todo lo muerto tiene dos

Un sonido es un brazo de la calma,
El hielo tiene su mitad caliente.

Lo odio con el fin de comenzar a odiarle
para Comenzar la vida otra vez
Y nunca parar odindolo:
Es por eso que no le odio an.

Le odio, y no le odio,

Como si yo llev
Cerraduras en mi bolsillo: a un pasado de
Una dbil, desmenuzada alegra-

Mi odio tiene dos vidas, con el fin
de odiarlo

Es por eso que le odio, cuando lo hago

No lo odio,
Y tambin por qu lo odio cuando

Hago ?!.

*700 6/1/05

2) La Espera de Grendel

No vaya muy lejos, por ms que un

Momento; " porque porque "
Es difcil de decir esto: . : un momento no es,
tan largo, y Grendel estar esperando
Para usted, como en una cueva vaca,
Nada es seguro.

No est solo, an por una hora,
por que, por que, los amigos

de Grendel, llenos de angustia corrern,
corriendo despus que tu, ahogando la vida
fuera de tu corazn ?

?oh, oculte su silueta, s
Nunca disulvalo, solamente ocltelo,

Oculte ello, prpados y todo en un
Espacio vaco; bien mi

" Porque porque en " ese momento
Usted vaga , usted se habr ido

tan lejos, usted no volver; y
Y el amor permanecer aqui muriendo?

*701 6/2005

3) Conteo de Das
[ Poesa de prosa]

Cada da desprtando yo
Agradeciendo a Dios por otro-; por
hoy es slo hoy. Esto tiene su
propia historia usted podra decir,
que consume todo el pasado
para m.

Cuando miro hacia atrs, parece
los das,dias largos (ms bien
la historia ahora) vienen y van,
tenan alas sobre.

No quiero tragarlo
maana, esto vendr y pasar,
y ser consumido como una incineration
pedazo de hojas de otoo.
*703 6/2005

4) El hipdromo de Pap Augusto
[ En el Hipdromo en Lima, Per-5/2005]

Mientras me siento aqu, en el abierto,
llegando a la deriva yo mismo,
Debo haber mirado fijamente mucho tiempo
abajo el hipdromo, ms all de los
alguien grita
" Trifecta! " todo el mundo en mi espacio

In these poems we see not only human characteristics at work [in Grendel], but the characteristics of the disguised world perhaps, annoying to get into Mr. Siluk's poems. A ecstatic win at the racetracks, and including days, can be a bore. All made to order for a nice morning in reading. Rosa Penaloza


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