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, 

Episode 62

"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

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

...E C L I P S E...

He didn't care about nothing

but he wanted it all,

He dragged me into the holy war

and snatched my hate away.

There is sunset in the plenty day

with a black moon

and clouds of stigma,

his steps over my land

and and his contempt without exit.

In the haze undone

his gaze is poking;

It is lifeless goodbye 

It is trap of gold;

consummate vigil

into the color of those eyes.

It's not afternoon, It's not night,

It's not day or tomorrow,

there is no blood in the car

of the battered woman.

Whispers are falling

as incomplete rain,

palpitations of meat

from homicide on the planet.

Over me, over him,

Eclipse's revenge;

under his feet:

fear of matrices.

Who prays for him

as buried star,

crying more than that time,

while she was crucified?

It is the eclipse of an angel and a devil

stealing light from forces,

walking on the steps of boyfriend,

pursuing an agonizing truce.

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

Close your eyes

Close your celestial eyes ,

and sleep in melancholy.

but before we leave, I want you to know that the whispers

of illusions will die without agony.

Before the contemptuous silence of yours,

that will shut seasoned

the sound of our love,

I want to hear the latest murmur

your cold heart.

So it's welcome now

the eternal solitude.

This is the night of the end I sense,

I can only say goodbye

and sleep without insomnia;

I can only say goodbye and break me

with tears of icelandic affluent...

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

Tool-SOBER

I was going ouy from my choking job and got off the choking bus to get on the stifling subway train that would transport my empty body into a larger vacuum still known as the center of Santiago. I began to mentally counteract all that frightening reality to the sacred atmosphere of the Great Reserve, where I left my best memories stored. Well, I ended up in a disgusting "Starbucks" writing once all my torments, while in the background heard again and again that amazing and dark song: "Sober" from Tool, feeling like being inside of that sordid sublimely video, caught between pipes of human flesh and monsters with sad remains of unachieved dreams...

"I will find a center in you,

I will chew it up and leave,

I will work to elevate you

Just enough to bring you down ... "

I think I've become a ghost, among all these ghosts citizens.

Milza López, 2015

Facebook covers with Rumi's poetry quotes

This are some facebook covers I made taking some of my favourite Rumi's quotes and personal pictures. Hope you enjoy them =)

Have a nice weekend and enjoy reading poetry. 

Milza López