Tutto Il Resto

Mirando cosas viejas, hallé un poema
en una servilleta, casi borrado
Eran sólo una líneas, era mi letra,
estaba dedicado a la mujer que amo.

Los versos eran tristes y mal logrados,
pero eran un reflejo de aquellos años
los años más terribles que me han pasado
y mientras los leía me ahogaba en llanto

No me acostumbro no,
no me acostumbro
todavía al acostarme la recuerdo
y al despertar amor, tiemblo de miedo
al descubrir que sólo estaba en mi sueño

Canción de Rey Ruiz.

Quien canta escribió un poema que dedicó a la mujer que ama.  La letra es simple, directa, mas no carece de poesía.  En sí, no es necesariamente un gran poema; pero combinado con la música, se convierte en algo más potente.

Es que recuerda momentos y evoca memorias personales, no sólo del autor, sino también de todo quien lo escucha.  Mientras la melodía hace piruetas alegremente, el ritmo le hace juego al corazón, nunca parando de latir y batir.

La salsa y el calor tropical.
La melodía y la dulzura.
El ritmo y el movimiento.
El recuerdo ahogado.

To Forget

Compelling writing that makes this want to forget /
And lines forgotten or never seen /
An image and a flower in a palm /
A friendly gesture that wants to hear /
Hidden messages in holler told /
Wind does carry ear by ear /
A burdened mind corralled, a fist that bleeds wisdom and emotion /
Calmly collects its sanity /
Dropping like watter, chasing like rivers /
Flowing like wind, forgetting like yesteryear /
Secrets that are shared /
I know your body like the book /
Pages like flowers turn and betray /
A deathly beauty that computes /
And reinvents light dancing words /
Like the poetry that was love /
And the sadness it left here /
The never the right and to recall /
Your memory and name does, to forget /
The very words my heart invoked /
Make all such thoughts to disappear /
And ever a day shall be reborn /
Return once more to this place /
Inhabit every place again /
But remember the rock, that it records /
In ages of turmoil and upheaval /
What was swore never to give /
And received /
Like the waves of the ocean /
Or the sands in the desert /
Dissipate, disappear /
And forget what was writ here. /
©2006 Eduardo De León

So much left to say.
So many words to write
things to remember, more to forget
memories that haunt, that please, that sing
I lack a vocabulary to populate
a universe of thoughts, ideas like butterflies
coloring a span of tiny time
this here speech is for the ages
these words are said but once more
this ode, its existence, to you it owes not
you are not in my mind as I write.
If time were an ally tonight
and we sat to converse about us
there would gain some night ahead in between us
a long and hard darkness to pass
a closed chapter, tale to tell.
If time were on my side
a figure tall and sober and fair
my fortunes would tell a story
filled with wonder, passion, despair
and accompany the moon on a journey
twelve revolutions again
you are not the sun.
You are not the warmth, you are not the colors in the bleak winter.
you are not sultriness in a dry spell
the night would speak of unexpected kindness
the wind would whisper a name, not yours
this poem is not about you.
horizons to wit, when the sun rises, there is an event
greater than all the thoughts or words of man
and before the night falls,
there is an act, shared by beings, that transcends
there is a force
that turns a planet about
when the mountains and oceans and deserts and rivers know not why they should
there is an essence, an energy that knows no bounds or limits
that is born of one and all, and manifests in each
it is a simple, single word which causes all other words to have meaning
and that today resists appropriation,
instantiation, individuality,
it refuses to include you.
The subject of this lyric is not you
for once, in time, and history, for all,
that these words shall settle and make known
this body, once passion alive, cannot
bear your image or thought
and the end of this night to proclaim
the end of this dream to forget
this heart knows not your name
the tenets of love I forsake
the rest blindly concede and accept.

si tuviera respeto de quienes no me toman en cuenta si sólo vieran de lo que soy capaz es eso lo que me falta seguro asi sería feliz tiempo suficiente me falta cada vez vida suficiente me falla otra vez