La Casa del Hada

LISTA DE REGALOS


(Victor R. Kater)


Hoy quiero regalarte:
ese picaflor que vimos en el parque
ayer por la ma�ana
un bossa nova con muchos disonantes
y letra de Vinicius de Moraes
la vuelta al mundo�
encerrada en un silencio.

Tambi�n quiero regalarte:
un fusil
para que mates a los hombres
que tratan de tener secretos
otro fusil
para que mates a la palabra
que no sea poema
y otro fusil m�s
para que me mates
cuando naufrague en la envoltura de las cosas.



EL



Es �l,
que me esp�a desde las grietas
agitando su larga cabellera blanca
con impaciencia
de casi eterno prisionero alado.

Es �l,
que grita con la fuerza
de su rotunda geometr�a multicolor
tallada con hacha y p�talo.

El, es �l,
a quien conden� y condenaste
(por su innata borrachera)
a vivir tras los espejos.




MY LIST OF PRESENTS


(Translated by the author, Victor R. Kater)

Today I would like to give you:
that hummingbird we watched in the park
yesterday morning
a bossa nova full of dissonances
with lyrics by old Vinicius de Moraes
a round-the-world�
all wrapped in silence.

I also want to give you:
a rifle
to shoot men
who try too hard to keep their secrets
another rifle
to kill any word
that is not a poem
and yet another rifle
so you shoot me
when I'm sinking in a wave of tinsel.


HIM

(translated by the author, Victor R. Kater)


It's him,
who spies me from the gaps
waving his long white hair
with the impatience
of an almost eternal prisoner with wings.

It's him,
who shouts with the force
of his definite multi-color geometry
carved with axe and petal.

Him, it's him,
whom I sentenced and you sentenced
(for his innate drunkenness)
to live behind the mirrors.
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