Calla ya (versos para tango)

Spring Moon by Diana Lancaster

Calla ya,
no digas más,

lo sé,
entre nos no habrá más lunas

ni rocíos de mañana.

Calla, calla y bésame

encalla tus labios 

en mis ancianas ansias.

Calla la penosa tormenta

que anunció tu adiós

cuando apenas esbocé tu nombre

en la proa latiente
de mi alma rebosada.

Calla ya,

y besa mi ternura

que se quiebra en versos

y sin quererlo,
ya te extraña.

Date prisa y bésame

que ya llega el ayer galopando 

con su equipaje de nostalgias,

desbocado en la honda pena,

en la honda pena 

de mis desnudas lágrimas.

Calla ya, no digas más.

Bésame 

y calla.

Calla y besa mi tristeza,

acaricia este asombro

que recién nace 

y así no más,
persigue tus libres huellas

a rienda suelta,
amor,

a rienda suelta.


[Cómo sería cantar este poema a ritmo de esta melodía?]

Nevermind

Earth Birth, by Deborah Milton

Whether you like it or not,

I have the right to admire you.

Whether you wish it or not,

I have the right to want you.

Whether you love me or not,

I have the right to adore you.

I dare you.

You see, I carry no gun,

so dare come forward

and punch me, damn!
Dare to punch it all!

Nevermind my pain or loss,

I'll stroke your rage
and empty your lonesomeness.

I'll suck it all up until you blossom,

like a baby being born

right into my loving arms.


[Inspired by Kurt Cobain and Nirvana's album 'Nevermind'].

The toothbrush (for J. ).

My Toothbrush, by Amapola Blooming

I

It was nearly midnight while I was brushing my teeth when I noticed another remain of your presence. The bright pink towel I left out for you laid on the edges of the bathtub still unfolded. The traveling toothbrush I unpacked for you this morning was resting on the sink with its damped cap covering its hard, cheap bristles.

II

I recalled how it was to wake up with you in an unusually freezing morning in early spring. We lingered in bed and you touched me patiently until I moaned and was ready to curl up against you again. It had been a while since I had  someone feel my morning dew, and you knew it.

“Natural, easy chemistry” I thought, as the foam increased inside my mouth, tickling my tongue and the inner edges of my lips. I washed away the tingly froth with lukewarm water, gargling the green freshness of Sensodyne Mint. 

I cleaned my worn toothbrush under the running tap, then firmly stroke my right thumb over the bent bristles, letting tiny sparks of water disperse over the sink. 

III

It was when I was placing my toothbrush back in the ceramic cup, that I noticed yours again. I played with the idea of keeping it next to mine, until you stayed another night. 

Holding your toothbrush in my hand I wondered: when will you give me a sign that you cherish what we just shared? It had been ten hours since the last time I kissed you goodbye, and I wished to hear from you before going to bed. 

IV

I hesitated, and resisted the impulse to place our toothbrushes tête-à-tête. I pondered for a second whether I should throw both of them away or not. After all, it is time for mine to be replaced. I placed your toothbrush below the sink. It now lies next to my many other toiletries. I don’t know until when.

I looked into the mirror while drying my chin and lips with my hand towel.  Leaving behind my reflection, I shut off the light and left the bathroom.

Epilogue

“Que sea eterno mientras dure.” I mumbled in Spanish as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, quoting my favourite phrase from Nicaraguan poet Gioconda Belli (“let it be eternal while it lasts”).

Outside, the cold wind played with the wooden chimes in my patio and church bells announced the third midnight of spring.