Dancing

Music tinkling between my fingers,
insecurities floating
with closed eyes
in the middle of pirouettes and legs,
bursting into each day
following this composed blood
of pianos and monologues
through the path of dreams,
not found in night, nor in day;
in the limbo of creation
touching only air
with my fingers, like accordions
stretching towards infinity,
to a life of striving
for the impossible sensation,
insatiable perfection.

Everything that's not said

The wind took her reason,
the words
that one day conveyed something, between someone
and perhaps the other one: her imagination
between the leaves of her mane, unriddling-
untying the naked knots of her throat
and in her hair, the flowers that were never sowed,
How much, not said, vanishes? But in reality lives, no?
Roots in the bottom of the skin,
it doesn't fall, it doesn't become air
like our dirt accumulating hair and sheath
and life
It becomes ephemeral, in our
movements, her peculiar gesture,
was all those letters
trembling between fragile eyes, like a cherry blossom
in this temperamental spring
and the wind, inside her bark,
sighs and takes again,
her reason.

Todo lo que no se dice

El viento se llevó su razón
las palabras
que un día transmitieron algo, entre alguien
y tal vez el otro: Su imaginación
Entre las hojas de su melena, desnudándose-
deshaciendo nudos de garganta
en su cabeza las flores que nunca se llegaron a sembrar,
¿Cuánto no dicho se esfuma? ¿Pero realmente vive, no?
Raíces en el fondo del pellejo,
no se cae, no se hace aire
como nuestro polvo acumulado de pelo y piel
y vida
Se hace efímero, en nuestros
movimientos, su gesto peculiar,
fue todas aquellas letras
temblando entre los ojos frágiles, como un cerezo en flor
esta primavera temperamental
y el viento, dentro de la tez
suspira, se lleva de nuevo,
su razón .

Winter or Spring

Tickles weeping,

falling like pollen

over Madrid's ground

cleaning this sidewalk,

of blind steps,

and laughing, in silence,

like museum afternoons. 

Inivierno o Primavera

Cosquillas de llanto

cayendo como el polen

sobre el suelo de Madrid,

limpiando esta acera, 

de pasos de ciego,

 riendo a la vez, en silencio, 

como las tardes de museo. 

By Our Side

Waiting by the shore
you will always be, with your chair
and your sassy smile, in the sand
of your beach. You made it ours
sliding your laughter between summer days, triumphant
over strolls and infinite greetings,
my first conversations tangled
in the colors of your words.

Climbing midday, your humor pushing my hunger uphill,
houses that go like memories, but your tanned face elongating
my days from the garden next door,
solving the enigma of childhood, demonstrating with tender questions
how big my family was:

I had you as a grandmother, when you weren't,
and when everyone deemed me princess, for you: your reiniña;
I knew from you, the gift of sisterhood, filled with argued recipes,
and a wall that didn't separate anything: not the flowers, not the sunsets,
together you were the house from below, the angel that accompanies me;
now you are more, taking care to not leave us alone, settling in your place:
I will always see you, in each neighboring home,
waiting by the shore, laughing you wisdom.

Al Lado

Esperando en la orilla
estarás siempre con tu silla,
con tu pícara sonrisa, en la arena
de vuestra playa. La hicisteis nuestra
deslizando vuestra risa entre días de verano, triunfando
sobre paseos y saludos infinitos,
mis primeras conversaciones enredadas
en los colores de tus palabras;

Subidas al monte, tu humor empujando mis ganas de comer,
casas que se van como memorias, pero tu cara morena alargando
mis días desde el jardín de al lado,
resolviendo el enigma de la infancia, demostrando con preguntas de cariño
cuan grande era mi familia:

Te tuve como abuela, sin que lo fueras,
y cuando para todos fui princesa, para ti: tu reiniña,
supe de ti, el regalo de la hermandad, llena de recetas discutidas,
y un muro que no separaba ni las flores, ni los atardeceres,
vosotras erais la casa de abajo, el ángel que me acompaña;
ahora sois más, cuidando de no dejarnos solos, tomando tu lugar:
te vere siempre, en cada casa vecina,
esperando en la orilla, riendo tu sabiduría.