I’m forgetting the word

And the night culminates away from a dawn’s promise, a mesmerising laughter of electric colours meddling in the frosted skies.

This Castilian and jocular tickle of mine while the world intones infinite, cramming in time by moons and temperate seas, waving to the sun, burning like wood…

and tobacco.

I’m forgetting the poetry

That sad song of a plastered wanderer

Whom chokes in genderless mouths in the look out for some kind of God.

Incisive skin, sweat and hands, always forgotten.

I’m forgetting what I write

because I am what I am, a terminal subject.

And in the awaiting of the end, I shall go my way, there are no mistakes.

K. Altamira

20/11/18

00:23 AM

photo credit: @kayaltamira

(…) ORIGINAL SPANISH VERSION

Se me olvida la palabra…

Y la noche se me acaba sin mañanas prometidas de risas de rosa y cielos pastel entrometidas.

Se me olvida la cosquilla castellana y jocosa de la palabra infinita y afinada, cimbrando por lunas a tiempo de mar templado, donde el sol arde casi igual que la madera y el tabaco.

Se me olvida lo poeta, el cántico triste de un briago caminante que en busca de un Dios se atraganta de bocas y géneros todos. Pieles incisivas, manos húmedas y siempre olvidadas.

Se me olvida lo que escribo, porque soy de lo que soy, un súbdito terminable. Y en la espera del final, aquí trato a mi manera, de ninguna equivocarme.

clouded

Obscene lights, whose deep bellow from a beast

Nebula… profiled to my feeble retina

Melancholic print, sustained womb

Flower withering to a sun with no fire, no verbena

And my arms wrap their grief

And my tears twitch your whims

If I could fly ethereal!

A seagull…

Vignette of a wish, Cheap your eagerness!

Scamp song that presumes in shout

That sky again in my arms: Wings!

And with you a world on a fertile nest: So primitive

Torment that breaks, suddenly

The before life, the before luck

Stupid…

Love that still dawns at night

Being a leakage of, any

Yet I am also, hollow timber

Sensible to the moist of my soul that marches, prisoner

And in your caress I shall evaporate this kiss kept captive

There it goes… strayed and un taken

Kiss of untransferable passions, always mistaken

‘Cause you preferred to be free, to be this water, slowly emboldening under the flame of my sullen bonfire.

Kay Altamira from my poem ‘NUBES’ (Clouded) written around 2010

📸 @kayaltamira

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ORIGINAL SPANISH VERSION 🇲🇽

Luces obscenas, cual sentido mugir de una fiera

Nebulosa…de perfil a mi retina endeble

Estampa melancólica, vientre sostenido

Flor que se doblega a un sol sin ardor, sin verbena

Y mis brazos arropan su pena

Y mi llanto crispa sus caprichos

¡Si pudiera volar etérea!

Una gaviota…

Viñeta de un deseo, ¡Barato su afán!

Tunante canto que presume un grito

Ese cielo de nuevo entre mis brazos, alas

Y tu mundo fértil a un nido, contigo

¡Cuán primitivo!

Tormento que rompe, de golpe

La antes vida, la antes: suerte

Estúpida…

Amor que aún de noche, me amanece

Siendo una fuga cualquiera

Mas soy también, de hueca madera

Sensible a la humedad de mi alma, prisionera

Y en tu caricia se evapora, este beso cautivo

Allá va… perdido

Beso de una pasión intransferible

Preferiste ser agua qué libre

Embulle lentamente bajo el fuego, de mi triste hoguera

a poem

I was the poet of the blind

Pleasure of the unkind

Trashed: as paper white

I was singer of the death

Woman of a kind

I was there

Towards,

the wild

As the wind blew away,

the many things once were,

are gone for a little while

I used to mop these floors: with hours,

and live my own time

Why should I have cared?

No more questions

queuing to be asked

I just couldn’t hide,

those,

filthy,

hours,

I was also there:

in every face I masked

But now I am, still I am

The poet of the blind, standing on the sand

Dancing with the dunes

Playing with my moon

Singing echoes to the divine

A poet on the sand. Arising from the wasteland!

And just because,

I have come from the deepest of waters!

My heart is all it matters

At the end of all times

There will be no dust, just wind

A mad devious wind, shimmering till dusk

Everything will be blind!

Do we need one wish?

One dime?

All we need is to trust

The lust is lost at last

So,

come on and find me!

Here I pulse

Here I bleed

I am sweat!

I am tears!

I am laughter!

This is, me

Me, I am

All of me!

<< Me >>

My senses are portal

Unknown to all fears

I can feel the power of my soul, immortal

My soul kissing,

my soul merging these words to the world!

So there and…

here.

Here I also dare!

I still, don’t care!

Here I go!

I go with the beauty!

I go with the beast!

I stand on the sand

I stand on my feet

I AM A WOMAN OF A KIND,

MAGNA. BRAVE

…and COMPLETE!

<< You >>

Look into my eyes,

my black golden eyes,

and gaze this liquid earthy fire, passion, love and combustion

With this cry I’m telling you,

all it takes is to try,

The world is my song

And this soul, mi amor

This soul never dries

And just because…

I have come from the bluest of waters!

With bright notes and glittery!

Sparkling in music, I am floating in the salty clouds

Ears could be deaf

What I had lost in sound

I have found in myself

So (…)

I hold my breath underneath these waters, caressing my fragility

Then I sink(sick) (feels) my head, into the tranquil oceans

I keep holding my breath to forget my gravity, and don’t

I am holding my breath just because I have it!

I am alive and I am not surrendering!

<< She >>

She is in c o n t r o l

Painting waves,

here she goes

No bridge. No water

The rain? Is laughter

She comes back soaked

in sticky honey

This girl in my skin is smiling-burning like, money

I have come.

– Could this be the truth, the one and only truth chanting behind the universal silence? –

(Nothing) knows

Nothing. Knows

And just because,

let me tell you that,

I have come from the highest of waters

At the end of all times

This girl wont be burning

I shall evaporate

Towards the sun

And, the end?

The end will see this silly smile of mine :)

I have come

from all of, the waters.

As deep

As high

As blue

As heavy

As fluid

As a woman

Of a kind.

Kay Altamira

Kerala, India JAN 15