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.
I’m forgetting the word
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.
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
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
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