Htinya sekarang seperti benda rapuh.Aku tak tahu seberapa retakatau hancur di dalam sana,Aku hanya bisa menerka-nerka dari siniDari tempatkuAku tak tahu apakah ia ingin kurengkuh atau kupelukAtau hanya sekadar kulihat dan ku dengar dari siniDari tempatku.Aku belum tahuMungkin waktu tahuMungkin nanti ia akan mengijinkanku tahuatau mungkin waktu.
We arrived and the miracle happened.It was the sea and the wind in the bells.We came from far, from years Thirsty as dust, from humble fishermen’s nets on barren shore."~ José Manuel Cardona, from Poems to Circe, The Birnam Wood (El Bosque de Birnam, Consell Insular D'Eivissa, 2007).Translated from the Spanish by Helene Cardona.
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,a thousand hearts will read these words,as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,repeatedly, again and again and again.Some will mock, some will laugh. Somewill shed a tear. But it is writtenonly for your lips, your eyes, your heart,beloved.
Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile, envisaged by my eyes, in quest of his new dwellings with wells of meanings. And there, he stopped its moment... and kissed my curiosity. It was then when I felt in love with him.
In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be reduced to the magic of three sentences, in the order of their strength: “I apologize”, “I love you”, “Hi”. The use and the meaning you replenish them with become the mirror of yourself, eventually of an entire humanity. (Soar)
ගඟ දියම හැඩි කළෙමිනොපෙනෙන පිණිස රුවඑ සඳ ඔබ මතු වියපුර පසම දෙබෑ කර
ගංගා ඉවුරුවලමුමුණන්නේය කහ පෑ කුසුම්අහසේ රෝස පැහැකතා කරනු ඇත ඔබට
أنا اللا مبالي الذي يُمّثل السعادةكي تستريح السعادةُ من إحراجها
I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning...
রূপোলি মাছ পাথর ঝরাতে ঝরাতে চলে গেলেএকবার তুমি ভালবাসতে চেষ্টা করো
මා සොවෙනි, උන්මාදයෙනිඔබ මා'සල නැති විටආලය කියන්නේ එයටදැයිමම නොදනිමි
If you want the light, like you say you do, then why do you keep it strangled in thedark? If you preach love, like you strive to, why do you run away from practising?My love,the universe you fumble for doesn’t exist, if you don’t start from within. Before you,all that I can be is eyes and heart. And all that I can do is to remain by your side,for I can’t love you any less than the more I do now.
Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.You may give them your love but not your thoughts,For they have their own thoughts.You may house their bodies but not their souls,For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
Но вопли моиранятподобно молниямхриплый колокол небаи рушатся в ужасе.
Why are you so hard on yourself?I love you just the way you are,with your withered coat and wet scarf dangling like a spotless chandelier.The snow banks in Montreal are high, but I can see your trace, and silent grace and tin cup through the paned window.The precipitation melts your face, distorting your expression through the aged glass; broken, when I threw ancient stones to get your attentionas a child.I wanted a friend. The honest kind.
