Images: Reflets dans l'eau

Ven a mis brazos dorado recuerdo,
sombra de luz y movimiento grácil,
ardid de los sentidos, bien hadado,
manjares de los ríos de abril.
Si en tus reflejos buscas la flor
nacida entre el susurro del Leteo,
que se muestra vibrante en el alcor,
no insistas más, tú, falso Prometeo;
al compás de las ramas aquel viento
ha soplado, tomando de aquélla
sus pétalos, su voz, su dulce acento,
mas, por mi vida, sigue siendo bella.
El tiempo debatirá en sus consejos,
mas nunca mellará ciertos reflejos.

Moreover

It has been a long, long time
Since the last time...
And yet... there is nothing to tell
Or retell.

That is the treasure of nothingness;
All remains moveless,
In its silent, cruel, peaceful darkness.

But, well... is not the world like that,
Although it is considered the source of light?

Close your eyes for a moment;
Keep your mouth shut;
And wait... and wait.

XXXI

Nothing

Nothing will come of nothing,
And the rest remains
Restless in the mind
Of the everything.

Who cares about nothing
When all has been said
By a mouth that preserves
Its silent being?

XXX

For mmmmmmmmm several mmmmmmmm years
I’ve mmmmmmmmmm been
Shouting

In

Silence, mmmmmmm without
Tears, mmmmmmmm without mmmmmm pretentions;

But, mmmmmmmmm it mmmmmmmm seems,
No mmmmmmmm one
Listens,

For

The mmmmmmmm thousand
Faces mmmmmmmm keep mmmmmm moveless,

Blank mmmmmmm as mmmmmmmm their
Incongruent, mmmmm owned,

Play.

My

Voice mmmmmmm continues
Its mmmmmmmm motiveless mmmmm discourse,

As mmmmmmm if mmmmmmmm in
Doing mmmmmm that
Simple

Action,
The mmmmmmm light

Would mmmmm stop mmmm eternally;

But, mmmmm it mmmmmmm is

Not mmmmm so,

Since

It

Is mmmmmm still
Crossing mmmmm that mmmmmm window

Above mmmmmm my mmmmmmm head
And mmmmmmmm my

Bed,

That

Remains mmmmmmm in

Wanting mmmmmm since mmmmmmm famine.

Yet, mmmmmm it’s mmmmmmm not
Reason mmmmmm for

Quietness;

No,

The mmmmmmm movement
Could mmmmmmmm have mmmmm disappeared,

And, mmmmmm also, mmmmmmm the

Thickest mmmmmm of

Blood:

My

Voice mmmmmm keeps
Its mmmmmmm silent mmm discordance.

Have mmmmmm you mmmmmmm ever
Heard mmmmmm morning’s

whisper?

It

Is mmmmmm like

The mmmmm heat’s mmmm sound

When mmmmm it mmm penetrates
The mmmmm ice’s
Skin:

A

Joyful mmmmm clamour
Weeping mm in mmmm mud.

Have mmmm you mmmm ever
Heard mmm tear’s

falling?

It

Iis mmm like
A mmmm crystallize mm wonder

Broken mm by mmmmm the
Same mmm godly
Craftsman

That

built mm its
Surface mmm and mm interiors:

A mmm baby’s m breath
During mmmmm a

Dream.

In

silence, mm there

Is mmm no m hope,

Nor mm desires; mm it
Only mm exists

Forever,

Even

Inside mm the
First mm sea’s mm tide,

Without m worrying m about
Extinction mm and

Perpetuation:

That’s

Its purpose
And my fail.

XXIX

Once
mm again,
I’m
mm dying
mmmm in
Heartbeats;

They
mm are
mmmm demonstrating
The
mm claimed
Nonsense

Of
mm belief
mmmm and
Hope;
It’s
mm terrifying.

I
mm tried
mmmm to
Convince
Myself
mm about

A
mm possibility
That
mm came
mmmm between
Smiles,

Kisses,
And
mm a
mmmm lonely
Shared
mm night:

It
mm was
mmmm incomplete:
Hope
mm isn’t
Enough,

As
mm well
mmmm as
Belief:
Fake
mm illusions,

Though
mm comprehensible
In
mm their
mmmm sublime
Words.

I
mm always
mmmm knew
This
Could
mm happen;

Yet
mm ears
mmmm and
Knowledge
Aren’t
mm together.

When
mm one
mmmm listens
The
mm other
Ignores;

When
mm one
mmmm pretends,
The
mm other
Achieves.

Destiny
mm or
mmmm fortune,
You
mm would
Say;

One
mm or
mmmm the
Other,
mm you’d
Complete.

However,
I’m
mm getting
mmmm tired
Of
mm playing

The
mm fortune’s
mmmm fool,
And
mm of
Pretending

To
mm understand
The
mm string
mmmm before
Having

The
mm web;
There’s
mm no
mmmm magic
Mirror,

Only
mm shadows
mmmm needed
To
mm be
Veiled;

Or
mm to
mmmm be
Preserved
In
mm darkness.

What
mm is
mmmm happening
Then?
Tomorrow?
mm Again?

I
mm do
mmmm not
Want
To
mm know.

I
mm do
mmmm not
Need
To
mm know.

I’m
mm apart,
Torn
mm apart,
mmmm in
Fact;

Living
mm a
mmmm life
Dissolved
After
mm beating.

What
mm is
mmmm next?
I’d
Ask
mm you.

A
mm single
mmmm death,
Knowing
mm me
Alone,

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Realization

There’s no reason to suffer;
No matter how deep the wounds are,
No matter how aggressive this world could be,
No matter how high the hope lies,
No matter how strong the memory is,
There will be always an answer.

Nevertheless, sometimes this
Answer does not have that name;
Some people call him destiny,
Or disgrace,
Or death,
Or life,
Or god,
Or mother,
Or friends.
The answer has different masks,
The clue is to identify its real feature,
And unmask it so as to prove
That nothing remains
In this reality for us.

Fear only fear itself,
It has been said once and again;
There’s no such a thing as the fear,
Just a bunch of people
Of situations
And catastrophes;
But this is the human world,
The so called society
And, beyond that, life.

There’s no reason to suffer,
It is only an invention
To please our impossibility
Of realizing that once we are dead
Our grin will be gorgeous.