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Papiros Amorosos
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cuaderno de Blas Coll
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Alfabeto del mundo
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The Trees: Selected Poems 1967-2004
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Adiós Al Siglo Xx
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El Azul de la Tierra
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Alfabeto del mundo: antología poética
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“The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
― Eugenio Montejo, The Trees: Selected Poems 1967-2004
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
― Eugenio Montejo, The Trees: Selected Poems 1967-2004
“La poesía cruza la tierra sola, / Apoya su voz en el dolor del mundo y nada pide / —ni siquiera palabras. / Llega de lejos y sin hora, nunca avisa; / Tiene la llave de la puerta. / Al entrar siempre se detiene a mirarnos. / Después abre su mano y nos entrega / Una flor, un guijarro, o algo secreto, / Pero tan intenso que el corazón palpita / Demasiado veloz. Y despertamos.”
― Eugenio Montejo, Alfabeto del mundo
― Eugenio Montejo, Alfabeto del mundo
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