{"id":21865,"date":"2024-06-26T11:40:00","date_gmt":"2024-06-26T09:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/de\/?post_type=stsp_text&p=21865"},"modified":"2024-07-06T15:05:12","modified_gmt":"2024-07-06T13:05:12","slug":"cristian-forte-poemas","status":"publish","type":"stsp_text","link":"https:\/\/stadtsprachen.de\/en\/text\/cristian-forte-poemas\/","title":{"rendered":"Poemas"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

el museo queda en el centro del parque, peque\u00f1ito
y dise\u00f1ado como en esas maquetas aburridas de arquitectos
en el fondo veo la silueta de un pez, del lomo del pez crece un \u00e1rbol
en la copa del lado izquierdo una campana<\/p>\n\n\n\n

de afuera me llegan voces de ni\u00f1os gritando
los papeles de golosinas abri\u00e9ndose
suenan como el engranaje de una bicicleta que gira
me gusta imaginar que el poema va en el d\u00ednamo,
y que el ciclista transcribe la luz en su tiempo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the museum is in the middle of the park, it\u2019s small
and designed like a boring architectural model
in back there\u2019s a fish silhouette with tree growing out of its tail
hanging from the canopy, on the left, there\u2019s a bell<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

i hear children shrieking outside
candy wrappers unfurling
sound like a bike\u2019s spinning gear-cones
i like to imagine the poem riding inside the dynamo,
the cyclist transcribing light at their pace<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

una gota de lluvia
cae sobre mi pantal\u00f3n
la tela absorbe el agua
y crea un c\u00edrculo h\u00famedo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

silbo en el bosque
porque es mi bosque
porque es mi bosque<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a drop of rain
falls onto my pants
the cloth absorbs the water
forming a wet circle<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

i whistle in the forest
because it\u2019s my forest
because it\u2019s my forest<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

du bist vitaminnieselregen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you are vitamin mist<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Piedritas para usar bajo la lengua cuando se entra al bosque
Desenredar lo que emerge y dejarlo luego correr sin volumen
Huele a boca, el humo de rejalgar flota a baja altura y al subir<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Acopla fragmentos y revela de otro modo cosas que ya est\u00e1n
Su vapor se vuelve gota de agua fresca que cae sobre la cara<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hay gusanos que carcomen la madera, crepitan oropimienta
Por la estaci\u00f3n pelirroja del a\u00f1o mi interior es vidrioso y seco
Formas de ir vestido, de lo que vuelva nada eche desperdicio<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pebbles for sublingual use when you go into the forest
Untangling what emerges and then letting it run silently
It smells like a mouth, the ruby arsenic smoke floating low and when it rises<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It fuses fragments and furthermore reveals the extant
Its mist becomes a cool drop of water that falls on your face<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are worms gnawing at wood, golden arsenic crackle
During the red-haired season I am glassy and dry on the inside
Ways of dressing, nothing of what comes back goes to waste<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trae apuro y desvar\u00edo, y es lo que de \u00e9l se dice, pero qui\u00e9n sabe
Se vuelva cada enlace ah\u00ed resuelto jard\u00edn grimorio de principios
Haga filtre, tome lo que le dan o suelte lo antiguo sin padecerle<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hay moscas con alas con forma de coraz\u00f3n que pegan al vidrio
Mont\u00edculos con piedras de r\u00edo y ramas que se usan para cestas<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Los travesa\u00f1os en las paredes se endulzan con coles silvestres
En retroceso me revelan, con los ojos cerrados el mapa es otro
Igual que las nubes cuando bajan y tragan las ceibas dadivosas<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It makes your rush it makes you rave, that\u2019s what they say anyway, but who knows
Maybe that\u2019s where each connection becomes a garden grimoire of principles
Filter, take what\u2019s given to you or, without pain, let go of the past<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are flies with heart-shaped wings that stick to the glass
Mounds of river stones and branches which are used for baskets<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crossbeams are sweetened by wild cabbages
Pulling back, they reveal to me, eyes-closed, that it\u2019s a different map
Just like the clouds when they come down and swallow up the rampant silk-cotton trees<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

canci\u00f3n<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

los \u00e1rboles y \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0los presos
hay quienes \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 prefieren verlos juntos
verlos de pie \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 verlos de pie<\/p>\n\n\n\n

porque al parecer \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0no aterran tanto
verlos juntos \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0verlos juntos<\/p>\n\n\n\n

los \u00e1rboles y \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0los presos consiguen
que el mundo \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0llueva
llueva\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

todos comen \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de eso
apenas unos y \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0otros se reconocen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n


<\/p>\n\n\n\n

song<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

the trees and\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the prisoners<\/em>
some prefer \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to see them together<\/em>
standing \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0see them standing<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

because it seems \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0it\u2019s not as terrible<\/em>
seeing them together \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 seeing them together<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

the trees and\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the prisoners succeed in making<\/em>
the world \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0rain<\/em>
rain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

this is what feeds \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0everyone<\/em>
a scanty few \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0acknowledge it<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I paid for a crisis, I want a crisis<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

me he acordado mucho de ti \u00faltimamente
espero todo ok. ac\u00e1, todo ok<\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

i\u2019ve been thinking of you lately<\/em>
i hope everything\u2019s ok. everything\u2019s ok here<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La soledad les hace a veces como de tapa as\u00ed no comen ruido
Tras el monte hay tortugas, se descubren f\u00e1cil entre pedruscos
Atraen el contorno de las cosas, sus rodeos todo lo enmiendan<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pasa que los principios en esos vol\u00famenes no tienen un orden
Y echar tal o cual cosa da igual, porque ah\u00ed imprime el silencio<\/p>\n\n\n\n

En sus cuevas se ve siempre corteza partida y es dif\u00edcil olerlas
Se les cae la cara de sue\u00f1o apretando los arbustos suculentos
Reposan bajo el aire y se rodean de cascos y cosas sin lumbre<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes loneliness is like a lid, so they don\u2019t eat noise
Turtles over the mountain, easy to find among the boulders
They attract the outlines of objects, their circuits amending everything<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It happens that the principles in those volumes aren\u2019t organized
And adding some of this or some of that changes nothing, because silence is imprinted there<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You always see split bark in their caves, and it is hard to smell them
Their faces sliding off from exhaustion, clutching the succulent bushes
They rest beneath the air and surround themselves with lumps and dull objects<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A veces la red emerge cuerdas de otras voces que se perdieron
Luces tibias que asoman por el jard\u00edn a buscar yuyos y a cantar
Del otro lado del puente, a pulso de clepsidra, despu\u00e9s de caer<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Coronitas que deleitan bajo cielo sangu\u00edneo al surco de carb\u00f3n
Llevarles adonde va a hacer mucho viento y las cosas se caigan<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Al subirles el calor les empuja desde abajo a sus tonos favoritos
Mont\u00f3n de cositas que reverberan antes de que pase lo notable
Pican frondas y semillas, le echan impasibles a todo lo que ven<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes the net emerges, chording other voices that got lost
Warm lights that come up through the garden to look for weeds and sing
Across the bridge, paced by the clepsydra, fallen<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delighted crowns by the open vein of coal under a sanguine sky
Take them to where the wind blows hard and things fall down<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the heat rises, it brings them up to their favorite tones
Tons of little things that reverberate before the remarkable occurs
They peck at fronds and seeds, indiscriminately going at everything they see<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

in march she dresses
in blue,
he sticks his hands
into the trash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—- the sound
das effekt
—- his\/her desire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

amidst possibility
i try to walk slow
i got lost again
and i\u2019m hungry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the photoautomaten are full
of colored confetti
i ask for a cigarette
in english
and get rejected<\/p>\n\n\n\n

there are fewer children than dogs
in prenzlauerberg<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the distance between the boxes
is exhausting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

_<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Poemas o cosas que complican la vida<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poems or things that make life more complicated<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

1.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

2.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

3.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

English translation by Jordan Lee Schnee<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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