Asisto a la nueva cita de Club de Poesía (ver aquí), promovida por @freewritehouse. Saludos.
I attend the new appointment of Club de Poesía (see here), promoted by @freewritehouse. Greetings.
Quizás parte de nuestra vida
aspire a ser hielo,
materia perecedera,
efímera, que se deslía
y corra lentamente
hacia la nada,
confundida con todas las aguas
posibles del universo.
Tal vez solo alcancemos
a ser el pico del iceberg
que asoma entre brumas
mientras nuestros cimientos
se ocultan para resguardarse
del mundo en caos.
O puede que seamos
ese pequeño copo de nieve
en la cima de un glaciar
que aún se mantiene,
memoria vetusta y firme
de esa primigenia formación
que somos.
Acaso preferiríamos
nadar en el gélido licor
que degusta nuestra soledad
y olvidar la angustia
del existir que nos agolpa.
Perhaps part of our life
aspires to be ice,
perishable matter,
ephemeral, that slips away
and runs slowly
towards nothingness,
confused with all the possible waters
possible of the universe.
Perhaps we will only reach
to be the tip of the iceberg
peeking through the mist,
while our foundations
are hidden to protect themselves
from the world in chaos.
Or we may be
that little snowflake
on top of a glacier
that still remains,
ancient and firm memory
of that primordial formation
that we are.
Perhaps we would prefer
to swim in the icy liquor
that tastes our solitude
and forget the anguish
of the existence that crowds us.
Gracias por su lectura.
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Perhaps we will only reach Or we may be Perhaps we would prefer
Perhaps part of our life
aspires to be ice,
perishable matter,
ephemeral, that slips away
and runs slowly
towards nothingness,
confused with all the possible waters
possible of the universe.
to be the tip of the iceberg
peeking through the mist,
while our foundations
are hidden to protect themselves
from the world in chaos.
that little snowflake
on top of a glacier
that still remains,
ancient and firm memory
of that primordial formation
that we are.
to swim in the icy liquor
that tastes our solitude
and forget the anguish
of the existence that crowds us.