Luz EtchemendiGaray

Along a path walks a strange creature
visiting the hermitages, sensing the marigolds,
Later he becomes man carrying his story on his back
upon his bare shoulders.
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Summer brought you with the tide,
cast you on my beach,
garbed in boldness
When I saw you I discovered a microcosmos,
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Alguien ha llamado a mi puerta desde el alba,
ha provocado el quejido de los goznes
parece que desea atraer cn su silvido
se va, regresa una y otra vez-
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I have a voice
and I want you to hear me,
because a voice is the medium
we human have
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Golden summer,
stardust summer,
of rocks, of sundstone;
mother-of perls summer,
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Today your eyes have
the sparkle of the open sea
that I perceive from the top of the hill
and they gaze at me
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This is my room without locks,
this is my life by the water,
I do as I please.
Ilook out the window
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The house complains,
her shutters purr,
bang with the stridency
of ships in the midst of a storm.
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Tonight I will light the lamp
by the window,
disguise with kisses
the leaves of my dream tree
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Amid games and laughter,
the two of us recaptured our childhood-
we learnde more of each other,
played hide-and-seek
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I wanted to stay to watch the sea birds
take flight,
wait for sundown;
to scan the horizon
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I outlined your figure;
I wanted to make a drawing of your shadow
on the sand of the beach.
I have sketched your eyes, your mouth,
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You want to be the stronger,
the one who rules our shared hours.
I only know that you are lost
each time you see me.
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Today the spume
lifts itself against the breakwater
like delicate Alencon lace.
The foam whirls, the waves dance
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There is a scent of roses in the air
that reaches me as I turn in a dance
when I fly within your arms.
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With one eye painted
and the other unpainted
a world appears
and two landscapes.
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Dust seeps through the shutters,
rest on the shelves,
upon the books as well.
Dust takes possession of things
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Afternoon of clay and sensuality
ceiba trees along the coast
and mats of water hyacinths drifting by.
A canoe slides along the Parana river
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Perderse en una calle
y perderse sin màs
como una pieza de ajedrez.
Desaparecer en el damero
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Calles de mi ciudad
donde dejè la huella de mis pequeños pasos,
la tierra de mi padre
en la que vì la luz primera.
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