Month: August 2011

sobre la esencia de la vida

Esencia vida

Crecimiento de honda espuma
en borde cristalino del instante,
la verdadera esencia de inexistir…
toda una estructura de humo
esta tierra inasible
que apenas se asoma
sobre el página negra de la sensación;
el poema sueña como sinfonía de memorias
es rima e imagen la acción del tiempo;
todo queda para la lengua,
como un sabor oculto de nacimiento,
cierro los ojos
y veo la verdad –
la oscuridad donde descansa la vida
llena de chispas efímeras,
la cobija recóndita de sombra
que cubre la materia,
todo duerme…
y sueño
con la poesía.

Poesía Nihilista

of the city

Eye motion 

the horizon swells with rawness
a white cumulous beehive,
my thoughts circle the distance
like black heavy flies,
the hairs of time
stroking my mind
like the drunken summer of an engine;
the horizon swells with pink oil
all the trees are horses
with green galloping flowers as their
heads,
my joy is the shy protruding
obnubilation
frozen in the sky like a gray cusp of moon
–
I am the city
with the touch as long as the empty
avenues;
my eyes strange
as the streetlight’s gloom.

Nihilistic Poetry

I offer you

I offer you
the wicked cosmology
of my tongue

the desiccated sun
floating in the surface
of my thoughts

I have here for you
the language
of the flame

for you
the oval blaze
of nothingness
flowing
like light and mirror
inside the disfigured artery
of this dream

for you
the wet age
of my despair

in your hand
the gusts of my knowledge
storming
the crumbling walls
that divide
body and infinitude.

 

 

Poetry 2011

cup of glance

Digesting
the poison rule of desire
I have to choose my eyes
and shut them hard
to taste the illusion,
aloft in the descent of darkness
the static of essence
emerges, black liquid coal
in these orbs born
to drown in light.

The decrepit couple
man and woman
the last steps of life,
Chisinau their home
and root.

Rooted in the artic
clear hour of pain,
red indelible struggle;
to choose to close the eyes
and dissolve,
to choose shadow
me or them,
in our walk towards
the great structure
of death.

an attempt to understand

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Motion of orange limb
cloudlike epicenter
in the mindful gap
of my vision –
motion
bulging multitudes
of dismay
faraway kaleidoscope
in the origin of the mind,
of dense, opulent
location – married to
chance and improbability,
the bread of destiny
in the ruthless jaw of divine
novelistic forces –
a day here
and a bulge of eternal
there,
two
spiraling towards each other
like the allegories
of the eternal return
and the empty
nirvana.

 

Poetry 2011

el desierto de hoy

El desierto de hoy

caminar sin descansar

en un menester de árida

arena. Desolado,

sin la poesía de la pausa,

en trabajo de lazo y

hierro. Descanso

con los pies de las horas

sobre el almohadón del

olvido. Una ducha

de sueño cae sobre

mí, como una concatenación

de gotas ebrias de

frío y paisaje.

Esa recóndita

amapola,

viva en mi silencio

contemplando

en secreto

la rutina

y la

percepción.

Poesía 2011

of romania

was looking
for a first edition of Cioran
Bucharest centrum
when the clouds started to resemble
huge Russian cathedrals –
the formulas of the shades
when the leaves impress their echo
on the sidewalk
multiplied the shadows of my doubts
was the equation of invisibility
the sole proof of my awareness?
could enlightenment
reemerge
as the metronome of two insect antennae
at the feet of a unambitious cop
sipping his coffee?
I was at the edge
blurred by the stream of accelerating
cosmic mirage
awaiting a cacophony of perception
to belittle the borders of I-ness and other-ness,
corridors of unwavering brilliance
like the eyes of the drunk woman
that woke up moments ago
after dreaming on the sidewalk
that she was a cat
licking with her coarse tongue
the creamy nipples of the
colorless night.

 

 

Poetry 2011