Silvia Marijuan
March 4th, 2016 by admin
Bilingual hearts
In memory of Francisco X. Alarcón
From the East to the West
From the snow to the hills
where life becomes
a fairy tale
Your gentle eyes gave me peace
Your light kindled my voice
on a night when fatigue
rained down on me shamelessly
A scientist and a poet
laughing across the table
The wine is friendship,
Time, a burning sip
A few hours frozen in a marbled snapshot
Hoy descubro que has muerto
and I create images of dialogues that will never exist
I look closely at the desert behind your picture
and the arch of your subtle smile
the same smile you gave me on the night
when I felt most vulnerable
Bilingual hearts
You and I,
Chicano Orfeus
You would never have imagined
that you could tear a poem
from the heart of someone
who used to love them
No clogged spaces
No boundaries
Death has no wings
But love whispers
in all unimaginable languages
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