Marcos Canteli translated by Amanda LaBerge

en Solaris

se deslíe entre algas y espirales el tiempo flota screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm yo,
                                                                                        mi dolor
encarna en lo mas querido ido screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm porque no habrá vuelta sino
alazán naturaleza, olas de imagines que se deslíen


in Solaris

dissolved between seaweed and spirals time floats screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm I,
                                                                                        my pain
embodies what is most beloved far gone screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm because there will not be a return but
sorrel nature, waves of images that are dissolved











acercándose: El espejo

importante es volar
a raíz de agua

                        atrás

agua atrás
porque, queridas o no, razones hubo para el éxodo screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm y de
aquella niñez de monedas que eran añicos mutaciones de la
casa, su vaho, el de un vaso rápido, lenta memoria screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm cruje la
nieve, mi escopeta de perdigones la que escondiste, mi mirilla
igual, chascan screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm en esta realidad luz de color, no hay miedo,
sino hongo de nieve historia screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm porque un poeta tiene que re-
volver
, porque tal vez no hace cuarenta sino treinta y cuatro
anos nací en una mesa
, pero entretelas

                                                                        y si no allí

                                                                                    donde?
reflejándose screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm a contracorriente de ramas, un viento en el
menaje, senderos screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm por mas que podre y viéndola arder, raíz
siempre screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm suelta esa mano,

                                                unas alas

                                                            abren poda

entre maleza


approaching: The mirror

it is important to fly
to the root of water

                        aback

water aback
because, wanted or not, there were reasons for the exodus screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm and from that
childhood of coins that were pieces the house’s mutations, its vapor, from a
glass rapid, slow memory screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm my shotgun crunches the snow, the one that
you hid, my peephole, equally, (they) cracks screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm in this reality light’s color,
there is no fear, except for snow history’s fungi screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm because a poet has to re-
volve
, because maybe not forty years ago but thirty years ago I was born on a
table
, but deep down
                                                                        and if not there

                                                                                    where?
reflecting itself screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm against the current of branches, a wind in the furnishings,
paths screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm for more than I will be able to and watching it burn, root always screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm
loosened that hand,

                                                some wings

                                                            open pruning

between underbrush











en el rincón mas hermético de una superficie accidentada como el rostro de la luna

                                                                                                            [Cesar Moro]

como un lento parpadeo todo ocurre por lo visible screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm el árbol
esplendente de Duke árbol aura de Benjamin, su rama muy
allí, aquí screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm a un lugar en huesos idos mandan su luz
screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm la vida porosa involuntaria (que no existe), balbucea esa
breva?


in the most hermetic corner of an uneven surface like the moon’s face

                                                                                                            [Cesar Moro]

like a slow blink everything occurs through the visible screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm Duke’s splendid tree
Benjamin’s tree aura, its branch very there, here screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm to a place in bones far away
they send their light screen-shot-2016-12-13-at-4-00-39-pm porous involuntary life (that doesn’t exist), does that fig
babble?














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