ALMA MATER III (COLUMBA)

The Writing of COLUMBA, Alma Mater III;
poetry in three languages

I am currently editing Alma Mater II, and writing Alma Mater III. These are some of the poems that will appear in COLUMBA.

Reconciliation

The campus is open, the promenade is long
and you can't hide what you heart shows off

the sentiment is there, so you really know

that it beats stronger just to come afloat.

The morning is shining, no debt to the flow
as the rivers are calm after a sweet caress

despite the walk in the park with no distress

I feel your tenderness abreast, flesh so soft.

The afternoon bears a kiss that reunites us

your figure's glow awakens other thoughts

of more hugs and kisses as frequently done

before the sudden end of the long hot sun.

The evening brings us dinner for we go along

finding inner peace in the light touch you love

each time we encounter a moment of thought

another kiss to sing over again a simple song.

Something ensues our lives

Something ensues our lives...

the transparency of your silk

the clarity below your shadows

the vicious jealousy of others

for the love you feel or ever felt

the double life lived at shining

the twilight covering your fabric

underground where your nap is best.

Something ensues our lives

the dude, doubts of paid love.

Something ensues our lives

the debts of honor you conceive

an agonic happiness yet to be found

my very happy life really long gone.

Something ensues our lives

someone possibly unknown

Something we do not know

Something...

Baise-moi à Nouveau

Baise-moi à nouveau, avant que je parte
tu n'auras aucune idée du jeu des cartes.

Ce que tu cherches ne paraîtra plus
tu écoutes? Ça ne reviendra point.

Baise-moi a nouveau, si tu veux, ça ira bien
tranquil, je comprendrai tes sentiments.

Baise-moi à nouveau, nous serons ensembles...
si jeunes ces amantes du tango, qu'elles se ressemblent.

¿Cómo debe ser una rubia?

A la pregunta cómo debe ser una rubia

mi alma diestra responde dulce y sabia: 

La rubia sus cabellos lacios alza al paso

su espalda blanca, rosada en embeleso

una flor amarrada cerca a su oído acaso

una boca tierna húmeda presta al beso.

Una rubia debe tener sus carnes firmes

exhibiendo sensual todo el sentimiento

llevada por el viento sin ningún lamento

si no me dice quédate un rato, podría irme.

La rubia debe tener el secreto y el deseo
acariciar sus cabellos en la penumbra
y atraer el deseo al que su pelo encanta
por sus sayas escarlatas y rosas yo jaleo.

Y aún me pregunto guardando respeto
respecto a la rubia de mi único señorío
que brota sobre mí su sensual escalofrío,
piel de escamas, amada en cada aspecto.