India

1.   Dignity is an infatuation*   Evermore, for being well Runway of life packs off From unknown   Not a grief But a flying recipe in fingertips I’ve discovered all astonishments In your breast   And then it will rain By crossing all visible distances We’ll write the epitaphs of success       2.   You have crushed the bow-breaking bet earlier There was no blood in my kiss   If there is any capsule for love I would like to draw a moisted sleep Half the...

Unfinished evermore    From every corner, you know I came across the strikes. Aimed and fought Fought for the desponded soul. A sullen desert equipped my vims, Fallen asleep Dreamt of the lanes At every monsoon where we met That lichened lanes Those spectral vines Emerged my shells with enamored urge. You kept quiet Much adorable peace, Nightmare ruled I came across the strikes! Unrevealed    A merchant wind Pierced beyond my dream, Cultivating black fever.   I could stop reaching the world Pivoted merryland catch by dreams Worship...

En un jardín de Nueva Delhi las flores y las hojas ordenan el espacio en un liviano acuario de colmenas donde tiembla el color.     Vienen las siete hermanas a comer las migajas entre ardillas sedosas y franjas de perfumes, aquí donde vivir tiene algo de armisticio o interregno, un arte de palabras para llegar a la extinción de la palabra y saber que no hay arte sino sueño.     Me inclino para echar otra migaja a los gorriones (hablábamos del tiempo, de presagios y espejos) y...

Lover’s Gift Last night in the garden I offered you my youth’s foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon’s dream overflowed the world of slumber. Regalo de amante Anoche, en el jardín, te ofrecí el vino espumeante de mi juventud. Tú te llevaste la copa a los labios, cerraste los ojos y sonreíste; y mientras, yo alcé...