martes, 22 de marzo de 2016

viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2015

You think you found your destination II

I know you've tried to connect yourself with my aura
I have felt your echo across the distance
And your breath pushed my boat sail
I know you're about to cross the bridge wrong
Blinded by the fog of years, and firmness that come with metal links
You take that safe place, to the mainland, to the stable destination
I know you're forcing yourself to love in a standard way
And you think the rest is just a tale,
You think there is no love of explosions and shooting stars
Moving in the sky destroying doubts and cities with the power of his light
You think the mystery should go before lighting the candles and choose rings
You think love is calm, always in the same place,
The promised gaze is one that smiles at you
But you still feel there is something more
A multicolored bird that has not yet collided in your window
A house that takes you to many houses and mazes that smells
A golden knife that trembles and shakes transporting the remaining Ruby
With pieces of my force that strives to undermine
A place near your chest to finally be stolen
Privateer your heart, your  libertarian heart...

You know that I don't care about your wedding day.
You know that is not true that false look of happiness
You know that gifts and preparations
They are nothing but dust on a table before the blow of my wills
You know from the first day
My destiny is fading away attempts
The conspirators inserted between my wings and your forehead,
But you think that I can not, you think that I can not
And you convince yourself that I simply don't exist,
But you know within yourself that you're still waiting for me,
The first of my steps near to your home could change everything
Until the day of the meeting, until the day of the wedding
So I'm at ease knowing that the impact of my kite
It feeds on the wood of your dreams knotted in the wind and the distance
Thar weighs us from the day when the separated Us...


Press phtotograph of Kenan Imirzalioglu and Sinem Kobel, modified by the blog author, 2015.

Milza López. 2015
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martes, 20 de octubre de 2015

THE LOVE OF SUCH A ONE


VI.

O thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow,
O thou who art my spirit's treasure in the bitterness of death!

That which the imagination has not conceived, that
which the understanding has not seen,
Visiteth my soul from thee, hence in worship I turn toward thee 

By thy grace I keep fixed on eternity my amorous gaze,
Except, O king, the pomps that perish lead me astray.
The favour of that one, who brings glad tidings of thee,
Even without thy summons, is sweeter in mine ear that songs.
In the prostrations of prayer thought of thee, O lord,
Is necessary and binding on me as the seven verses.

To thee belongs mercy and intercession for the sin of infidels:
As regards me, thou art chief and principal of the stony-hearted.
If a never-ceasing bounty should offer kingdoms,
If a hidden treasure should set before me all that is,
I would bend down with my soul, I would lay my face in the dust,
I would say, Of all these the love of such a one for me!'
Eternal life, me thinks, is the time of union,
Because time, for me, hath no place there.
Life is the vessels, union the clear draught in them;
Without thee what does the pain of the vessels avail me?
I had twenty thousand desires ere this;
In passion for him not even (care of) my safety remained.
By the help of his grace I am become safe, because
The unseen king saith to me, Thou art the soul of the world.'
The essence of the meaning of "He" has filled my heart and soul;
"Au" cries the street-dog, and neither have I third or second".
The body, at the time of union with him, paid no regard to the spirit;
Tho' incorporeal, he became visible unto me.
I aged with his affliction, but when Tabriz 
You name, all my youth comes back to me.






Edited and translated by Reynold A. Nicholson

Source Rumi ORG

domingo, 18 de octubre de 2015

You think you found your destination I

You know something?
I just do not care
I do not care too much for now
You're so far away, you live so far
To live within the walls of the Ottoman Empire
And enslaved ruins of Constantinople
I do not care if you believe in Allah or in your luxury watch
You know, I really think I can stand it,
Only by seeing the tone spreads on your skin in winter clouds
You know me and I know it's you
You know that your hand is not as warm as mine.

You can believe and strive to lie,
You can even convince occasionally
You have found your destination and your belief is fulfilled
You'll have a quiet life, a great relaxing holiday
A future without surprises, without war and weapons
A rest at home, across the Atlantic
In the evenings where you can breathe the sea salt
While sipping your favorite cup of tea
But I know when the sun sets each evening
You feel that your world is eternally off
I know you've said a thousand times I have found that both wanted
You've found now that you've seen after so many years in front of your eyes and walk out of your hand. But you can not fool your limpid soul that shakes the roots of my eyes from the first loneliness we met without lamps. You have not found anything
You did not find anything
The great lighthouse does not shine in front of you every evening and every morning,
You know that's not true,
You know that every time the sun comes off,
You know it's a habit that has spread through your veins
You know I note that you have the mirror in the bathroom that you use only,
You know it is visible after the steam and splashes after simulating a glass snorted
You know it's there, the look of anguish that lies at the bottom of a swamp
Where you could not plant anything, which has not grown any flower
You want to believe, think sometimes when she pampers you know, but you know that is not true
You know that is not the level that you want to elevate your soul.
You know in your sleep you've been far from Istanbul and far from Turkey,
And we walk life beyond East and West,
And all libraries become short of words
Faced with all we have and we must tell each other
You know I really have found that by the end of the beginning
There is a no nonsense it has been written in our hands
I know it's you and you know me
You know I did not need to meet you to recognize
You know that only my footprint is the key to cross the portal
Floating forms that unlocks The Garden of Earthly Delights
And open the cube where life stays
You know all you have is just enough
And it is even less significant, and know that all experiences to date
They are not not even the veil of nothing compared to that moment when you and I decided to embrace the same fate and covering it with sand,
You can get used to living this lie
To have a heritage, a legacy and a hyphen
A dull with fine suits the essence of your flesh
A dark look after your tinted windows
But thou shalt not find oblivion.
I know you still can not find what you are looking for,
I know you've indicated date and time for your visit to the church,
I know you tell yourself you're in love
But you know you have not found at all
What you're looking for
And longing and missing
Since you have memories of yearning

Press phtotograph of Kenan Imirzalioglu and Sinem Kobel, modified by the blog author, 2015.


Milza López, 2015
From upcoming Book, Untitled.
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miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2015

Did Your Father Ever Die? - Cemel Sureya

Did your father ever die? 
Mine died once. I went blind 
He has been washed up. 
got and taken away
I never expect this from my father 
I became blind 
Did you ever go to a hammam? 
One of the lights went off  when I was there
One of my eyes went off I went blind 
There was a round shaped sky on top 
It was blue all over I became blind 
The stones the hammam stones 
The stones were so bright like a mirror 
I saw half of my face in the stones 
It was like something like something bad 
I wouldn’t expect this from my face 
I became blind 
Did you ever cry when you were soapy? 




Cemal Süreya, 1958 
Poem also appears in Ezel television series, 

martes, 15 de septiembre de 2015

"PSYCHE"



I'm looking for you in the woods tonight, I'm looking
Looking for you in my flashlight, I'm searching
From in the high or down the ocean
And I face myself in reason
Gain the wolf
Gain the wolf

Conjure me as a child
Slipping down a webside
Stretch up I cannot reach him
Jumping up they drag him from the water

I watch them march him into life
I watch them take him from the pale
Into the sky for your eagle eye
The sun seeds a sickle and a scythe

Ridicule they won't allow
Quench abuse and let love flower
Rip the cage out of your chest
Let the chaos rule the rest

Show without showing
What you know without knowing
Twigs snap eye / I catch no canoe only you and me
Alone on the old tea hope sea

Dissolving who we are
Call out for yesterdays destiny come 
We're on a foreign shore

It was your mark of falling
I was the car still running
And will you call and be assured for life
And if you feel it you will fly
The sun should have been with me

When I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in

As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in
As I was set to fall in


Photograph by Milza López. taken in Santiago, Chile. 2014.


Lyrics written by Grantley Marshall and Robert del Naja
Song version performed by Massive Attack

lunes, 31 de agosto de 2015

To See Him Again (Gabriela Mistral)

Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?

Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?

Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?

Oh no. To see him again,
it would not matter where
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,
under serene moons or in bloodless fright!

To be with him...
every springtime and winter,
united in one anguished knot
around his bloody neck! 






Gabriela Mistral, 
deity of poetry