Summer Storm. Baldomero Fernandez Moreno
stifling, humid ... heavy air, tighten and drowning ... of Suddenly the atmosphere is taking a dark tint ... darker ... I go out to the patio and watch the sky, it was dark at three in the afternoon and threatening gray clouds and scream in my ears:
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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Are there clothes in the rope?, Indoor putting cactus! Where is Anita?, Take it to barbecue! Shut the windows of the room !....
But I can not move or take your eyes off this spectacle of nature. Soon the water falls hard and the wind shakes the branches of trees, everything happens too fast, while I remember and recite those verses of Baldomero Fernández Moreno I learned many years ago:
Summer Storm
December, afternoon heat,
great summer storm.
Thick cloud of dust, drain
cars and autos.
tree branches on the ground, rolling grotesque
banks. Chillon
leaf dances and daily papers.
alarms in homes,
whistles, running, doors slamming ...
looks like it will fly
the people all to pieces.
four drops have fallen as well as four nails.
And the town is where I was:
quiet, cool, happy, of course ...
great summer storm.
Thick cloud of dust, drain
cars and autos.
tree branches on the ground, rolling grotesque
banks. Chillon
leaf dances and daily papers.
alarms in homes,
whistles, running, doors slamming ...
looks like it will fly
the people all to pieces.
four drops have fallen as well as four nails.
And the town is where I was:
quiet, cool, happy, of course ...
Baldomero Fernandez Moreno
is an Argentine poet born in Buenos Aires in 1886 and died in that city in 1950.
Son of English merchants, spent his childhood in Santander, on the shores of the Cantabrian Sea.
returned to Argentina, he received his doctor and at twenty he published his first book of poetry, followed then five or six publications.
Son of English merchants, spent his childhood in Santander, on the shores of the Cantabrian Sea.
returned to Argentina, he received his doctor and at twenty he published his first book of poetry, followed then five or six publications.
Sonnet
I can not let you see that tie me to your memory
blond, flowing,
fugitive in the street, silent,
me, it was power and rage.
blond, flowing,
fugitive in the street, silent,
me, it was power and rage.
I reach what I can, I doubt
and try to grab your suit, being you, beautiful, and always adhered
once pompous,
temptation here and there modesty.
and try to grab your suit, being you, beautiful, and always adhered
once pompous,
temptation here and there modesty.
Look at a cafe in the square
that transit the sun sizzles and burns
and in which everything, even a tram, it flies.
that transit the sun sizzles and burns
and in which everything, even a tram, it flies.
think of you, in your eyes, your late ... And I would like to replenish
like a candle
and I take refuge in me, coward.
like a candle
and I take refuge in me, coward.
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| Café in the Plaza. Eugene Segal. Russian painter born in 1967 |
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