THE MOST SILENT

THE MOST SILENT * It was I that was the most silent who made the journey to your safe harbor while denouncing social ceremonies or ringing bells for deaf ears intent on imitating rituals * My path was led by the wild music of birds that lent their tunes to steer me on I did not let the ships of heavy opulence distract me Neither did I let my body rest upon your oriental carpets Nor become the masthead of ostentatious ornament to steer your ship * I existed and thrived with the simplicity of the winds my sole purpose was not to appease your trivial ambitions nor promising to fill you with glimpses of praise I never compromised my own nimble spirit orfeigned neglect to hide your gesture * Your constant indecision provoked my avid thirst With eyes to the sea, your voice resounded deep and cautious With you I languished my lost hours You followed me like the Sun in the petals And I walked in the wind of your fallen sorrows never knowing that you knew my hidden truths * Your life source sprouted like a great delta An immense river turning thin as it finally reaches the desert Of all the ambitious followers you courted I was the most silent I waited without a thought of conclusion Watching you from a distance Till you finally reached your yellow beaches of hysteria * My weapon was my verse Which laid my perceptions bare Syllables sprawling and tender in all their silences I steered toward your stars Expansive and beautiful With the gentle knowing of your love in my heart * WordPlaya, August 2009 ***************************** From translation to English I was the most quiet all that made the trip up your port. I not announced lúbricas social ceremonies, or deaf bells ancestral mirroring; my path was the wild music of the birds that gave the airs my goodness in stir... No loaded me ships heavy opulence, Neither oriental carpets supported my body; top of ships my face appeared silbando in the round simplicity of the winds. Not pesé harmony of trivial ambitions that promised to your hand full of flashes: only pesé on the floor of my agile spirit tragic neglect hiding your gesture. Your perennial duality changing marked it my avid thirst. You parecías to the sea, resonant and discreet. About you I was moving my lost hours. About me you seguiste as the Sun in the petals. And I walked in the breeze your fallen pain with the naïve sadness know me quite right: your life was a deep beat restless sources in immense River soft running toward the desert. One day, by the Yellow beaches of hysteria, many hidden faces of ambition you followed; by your tears extracted to the cosmos waves slipped voices without crossing your mystery... I was the most quiet. The voice almost without ECHO. Consciousness laid in anguish, syllable sprawling and tender by all silences. I was the most quiet. Which jumped land without more weapon than a verse. And here I ye see, stars! sprawling and tender with his love in my chest! - Burgos Julia ***************************** Nada Como la vida es nada en tu filosofía, brindemos por el cierto no ser de nuestros cuerpos. Brindemos por la nada de tus sensuales labios que son ceros sensuales en tus azules besos; como todo azul, quimérica mentira de los blandos océanos y de los blancos cielos. Brindemos por la nada del material reclamo que se hunde y se levanta en tu carnal deseo; como todo lo carne, relámpago, chispazo, en la verdad mentira sin fin del Universo. Brindemos por la nada, bien nada de tu alma, que corre su mentira en un potro sin freno; como todo lo nada, buen nada, ni siquiera se asoma de repente en un breve destello. Brindemos por nosotros, por ellos, por ninguno; por esta siempre nada de nuestros nunca cuerpos; por todos, por los menos; por tantos y tan nada; por esas sombras huecas de vivos que son muertos. Si del no ser venimos y hacia el no ser marchamos, nada entre nada y nada, cero entre cero y cero, y si entre nada y nada no puede existir nada, brindemos por el bello no ser de nuestros cuerpos. -Julia Burgos -