Luisa Cárdenas

진달래꽃

나 보기가 역겨워

가실 때에는

말없이 고이 보내 드리오리다. //

나 보기가 역겨워

가실 때에는

말없이 고이 보내 드리오리다. //

영변(寧邊)에 약산(藥山)

진달래꽃

아름따다 가실 길에 뿌리오리다. //

가시는 걸음걸음

놓인 그 꽃을

사뿐히 즈려 밟고 가시옵소서. //

The power was no power

At the moment went off

And I was working there with you

And you, and you… And She

The invisible aye of darkness

And we are in the heart of Manhattan

And we are in Manila In Turkey in Baghdad

In a little town far away in Spain or Mexico

Where everyday is a blackout and nobody knows

But what is this world without power?

And I was at the 34th Street subway station

Or in the train from Brooklyn to Rockefeller Centre

I was boiling water or drinking beer

With my friends feeling the sticky summer day

I smell the wax burning candles around my shadow

And I run away from the tons of trash over the flowing garbage cans

The power was no power at the moment went out

Because the mechanical energy was stopped its great effects

Only the aye saw the incompetence only the aye is watching me

Calmness, quiet, montionless and self-possessed

She is the goddesss of tragedy and te comic

Transformation and retain, change and immutability

And She is only one aye between the darkness always in blue and red

Soul and blood. Air and fire. Power and charge or change or choice

The circuit, the habitat, the environment…

It is only one moment in her aye and my life is different!

For this I am here waiting to know more about darkness disturbances

Might be a human error, might be a terrorist action,

Might be business speculations, might the power is tired to be power

Might God have a break up! The aye knows what I ignore

What I can´t prejudge

And not, I can´t wait more to do something for the afraid childre

For the elder, for the invalid, for my friend

Sirens blared across the city: I am scary

The radio ran on batteries, the ices taste chemical

News consumers are also tired to hear lies and lies perturbed

Mental and moral power still on, don¨t worry my friend

The blackout is nothing if tonight we have beer

and WATER!

Ou il n'y a pas de réponses que tu dois attendre,

ni fantaisies que ne fais pas réalité,

ton rendez-vous n'a déjà pas un temps,

est maintenant, ici... pour toujours.

Abrázame fort, ne me détache pas,

pension que nous arriverons ensemble au ciel.

Despójame de toute inhibition

et bautízame avec ton amour.

Il laisse qu'il garde dans le tron

c des mémoires chaque mouvement,

qui enferme l'arôme excitante de ton corps.

Et Dieu arrêtez l'horloge éternellement.

Qui notre ange témoigne ce moment

en dessinant face au feu de l'amour

cette passion débordée...

ces vers écrits avec sueur.

Il renaît, quédate dans moi... ne cessez pas de l'aimer.

Lever du jour magique, parfaite fusion de coeurs.

Je t'invite à écrire des poèmes d'amour,

ce soir... quand tu voudras... dans mes bras.

Spanische Tänzerin

Wie in der Hand ein Schwefelzündholz, weiß,

eh es zur Flamme kommt, nach allen Seiten

zuckende Zungen streckt -: beginnt im Kreis

naher Beschauer hastig, hell und heiß