| Hugo Santander |
Poems
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| America from South to North | Bloodless Moon | Choral
Songs for the Promised
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Stop thy circle, Oh, continuous heavens Hold the sun yonder this terrain of peace And keep the starts motionless over the sea Retain the waters, annihilate the thorns Of events frustrated by becoming days, And let us delay this solitary encounter When my beloved so happy over my lap sleeps Sharing few days after so long an absence, A simple night drown by many a night to come And if numbers lie, then allow us lie in death Stop thy circle, Oh, continuous heavens Let us become forever one in and out of this land For today the universe can claim That history and creation is all justified by our single kiss |
Life Again our journey has no end Our provisions are spent Sleepless nights had sickened us I feel the frost gangrening your hands Yet you once believed in me In the island I promised our sons Now, before these furious waves Only the reefs echo in our ears We surmounted many abysms, We endured collisions and a blaze Dead marshes, the highest cliff The earth looked so small beneath Now, then, go take that cargo ship It will convey you gently to your port Leeward my canoe wades—behold The end of my journey seems so close This sea is merely an impetuous pond Of whirls, titans and thunderstorms I will arrive, my love, to call you back Or if I die I'll gently wait for you |
To the reader From the depths of chaos and mistrust Along an orb that lacks account or end You have come humble to this day Ennobled by tears, heralds of your soul From the depths of prescribed duty Along streets branded by desire You have misguided relatives and friends Beings that scorn innocent smiles Child born before and after every age Forged in indolence by trembling words, Errors that keep terrors from the past Bygone pinnacles of tenacity and pride Daily trials hale or sicken our common fate Life, maze of cristal, wheat and blood It would be so dark without a candle light So unhappy without a willingness to love There is no time, no space, no wealth, Only the remembrance of a naked heart Over success, sickness, paternity and death Forget and embellish your decaying flesh Ponder beyond eternity and death, And if fear and suspicion mould your acts Fear the awe-inspiring orchestration of today And suspect the imminence of another life |
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Hugo Santander
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