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“The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
― The Trees: Selected Poems 1967-2004
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
― The Trees: Selected Poems 1967-2004
“La poesía cruza la tierra sola, / Apoya su voz en el dolor del mundo y nada pide / —ni siquiera palabras. / Llega de lejos y sin hora, nunca avisa; / Tiene la llave de la puerta. / Al entrar siempre se detiene a mirarnos. / Después abre su mano y nos entrega / Una flor, un guijarro, o algo secreto, / Pero tan intenso que el corazón palpita / Demasiado veloz. Y despertamos.”
― Alfabeto del mundo
― Alfabeto del mundo
“The Earth Turned to Bring us Closer
by: Eugenio Montejo
The earth turned to bring us closer
it turned on itself and within us
until it finally brought us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love,
so much that is beautiful
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
―
by: Eugenio Montejo
The earth turned to bring us closer
it turned on itself and within us
until it finally brought us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love,
so much that is beautiful
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.”
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