Darpan || Kari Krenn ( Argentina)

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পোস্ট বার দেখা হয়েছে

 
THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH SKY 

Kari Krenn

 ( Argentina)

 Life draws scars

 with smile shape, 

 past nostalgias   

transform into amour  

and the moon that accompanies (omnipresent witness of time).  

I type indecisions,  

I fertilize verses,  

I reap the mysteries of greek gods.  

Maybe its seductive company  

thrill every ominous corner of my soul,  

there is never enough sky to protect me. 

 I comprehend its distance  

 at the foot of so many lives that inhabit my body.  

 I look at her, 

 she relieves the pain, 

 she looks at me   

and make me fall in love with her with much spell.  

The universe grant eternities,  

there is always a moon, 

 at the end of a great love…  

or a poem…  

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BEHIND

I claim the hidden side of the moon,  

the darkness where poets do not sing;  

where the dreams lie without return

ancient alphabets of illusions 

(which nobody talks about). 

 It takes down by the back of the moon  

a barely poem, lacerated,  

with the language of 

 a translucent sad song.  

Inert effluvium, 

the suicide of a letter 

 that was unable to 

and its love is missing, troubled.  

There are silences stunning in the vacuum,  

the unarmed space,  

 of no words.  

That side is not stepped on by lovers. 

 None survivor climbed its latitudes. 

 None spring tremble   

or flourishes,  

or lets nostalgia as a living soul. 

 I claim the hidden side of the moon,  

the darkness where no poet sing; 

 the geographic position that dodges,  

a thousand lives, 

 dying a thousand deaths.