Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death 
But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

Consternados, rabiosos

Vámonos,
derrotando afrentas.

Ernesto "CHE" Guevara

  

Así estamos

consternados

rabiosos

aunque esta muerte sea

uno de los absurdos previsibles

da vergüenza mirar

los cuadros

los sillones

las alfombras

sacar una botella del refrigerador

teclear las tres letras mundiales de tu nombre

en la rígida máquina

que nunca

nuca estuvo

con la cinta tan pálida

If I were another

If I were another on the road, I would not have looked

back, I would have said what one traveler said

to another: Stranger! awaken

the guitar more! Delay our tomorrow so our road

may extend and space may widen for us, and we may get rescued

from our story together: you are so much yourself ... and I am

so much other than myself right here before you!

Call To Account!

The drum of war thunders and thunders.

It calls: thrust iron into the living.

From every country

slave after slave

are thrown onto bayonet steel.

For the sake of what?

The earth shivers

hungry

and stripped.

Aspiration

The sweetness of poverty like this…

To lose everything yours, even the egoism of being,

So poor that you can only belong to the crowd…

I gave away everything mine, I spent all my being,

And I possess only what in me is common to all..

The sweetness of poverty like this…

I am not lonely any more, I am dissolved among equal men!

I have walked. Long my way

The emphatic mark of my steps

Remained on ground wet with morning dew.

میں خواہش

I desire

Completion of your Love is what I desire

Look at my sincerity what little I desire

It may be oppression or the promise of

unveiling

Something testing my perseverance I desire

May the pious be happy with this Paradise

Only to see your Countenance I desire

Though I am but a tiny little heart I am so

bold

انسان

Man

Nature has played a strange and wanton

joke—

Making man a seeker of secrets,

But hiding the secrets from his view!

The urge for knowledge gives him no rest,

But the secret of life remains undiscovered.

Wonder is at the beginning and the end—

What else is there in this house of mirrors?