The riders of Remembrance Antonio Mora Vélez NOTA DEL EDITOR: Estos poemas fueron seleccionados por José Luis Hereyra de los libros Los caminantes del cielo, El fuego de los dioses (publicados) y Los jinetes del recuerdo (inédito). Con gran satisfacción, Ediciones CARIBANÍA entrega a los lectores esta edición electrónica de The Riders of Remenbrance, satisfacción que se explica por la calidad estética y la profundidad de sentido de la poesía de Mora Vélez, y por la calidad de la traducción al inglés realizada por otro gran poeta caribeño, José Luis Hereyra. INTRODUCCIÓN: La obra poética de Antonio Mora Vélez parte de una actitud contemplativa del universo que, cargada de cinética, deviene traslación de hitos humanos: lo antropológico, los cósmico, lo histórico, lo científico, aún lo místico... Es una obra densa, certera y deslumbrante. Desde el primer instante tuve la certeza de que estos poemas eran algo único; curiosamente nuevos con una piel atemporal y clásica. Una verdadera simbiosis de lo epistemológico revelado desde la belleza del arte de la palabra de todos los tiempos. Supe también al sentirlos --esa es la expresión más exacta--que parecían escritos en lengua inglesa; por sugerir, más que decir, a la manera de los "icebergs" evocados por Hemingway. Aquí están, de cuerpo entero, estos poemas en una versión inglesa que me aproximó más a su alma, a su "nous". Es mi modesto aporte a la belleza y profundidad que siempre me ha estremecido desde ellos. José Luis Hereyra Collante Traductor The Riders of Remembrance As spectres They wander by the desert prairies Of the old region of Franks Deep-set and dark their eyes are Their bodies lean and pale Covered by rags And long and thin As shrivelled wheat ears Are their hands In the star-spangled nights They leave their caves looking for air And the water of cactuses And to see the wrinkles of their faces Bathed in moonlight They are the riders of remembrance Riding mutant camels By the dunes and waves Thinking over life and paths They say that their voices whisper The good old times Before the return of angels And that also relate the sounds of horror The ripped flesh The earth devoured by the fire Come from the second circle Beyond the heaven of spaceships They say that the radiant messengers of gods Were those who gave them the bread The sacred light and the dream The authors of the uproar And they also say that returned whistling Strange sand melodies And that they felt disillusioned and decided (With the pain of their antennas) To burn the bad written pages Of that old story And start again The Dying Leaf I saw the leaf falling softly on the lawn Of the last days' poplar grove While we stared at the sea solitude On that beach of the past That was sun, love and happiness I read the painful verse of farewell That said to the world that life Should have a second chance Somewhere else And I saw the leaf falling Confident in her fate You were beside me, remember? I told you then that a leaf without sun Was like the death As a woman without love Or a kite without wind And you asked me For the hidden reasons of the clouds And the disappearance of the mornings And I answered you that the night Was approaching To dress in mourning the colors And store the illusions of men In the endless dream of Hiroshima's That life could revive in otherleaves In other times And that we had to record in the retina (To keep its brilliance and message) The light of the last star Compasses Fire spring that filled with life The seas of the earth Symbol of the thinking universe of angels Light that delivered the truth To the original darkness Cone that relates the growth Of fire and space Stellar Pyramid Observatory Source of energy Of the former sowers Triangle that contains The ineffable name of the constructing force Architect describing The trails of descent The echo of overflowed waters And the layout of the first stories APOCALYPSE XVII To Hollywood, a factory of illusions. In the beginning there was an inmense wave That drowned all the life of that shore Then the yell of the earth That burned the hopes of Los Angeles And the air was filled with wails And with clouds of dust and death And in the apocalyptic vision Of the poet The yellow sown fields Were muddied by the thunder. Years later The vision of the poet said That all was cleanly slashed By the fire That the nostalgic beach of movie stars Disappeared riding a diluted crest And from the edge of the dark cliff That restricted the path of dreams The riders of remembrance Still perceive The sounds of fury And the enrapturing smell Of the orange groves in blossom VENUS By the time in which men Lived only with the clarity of heaven Stoking up their lives and weaving Their first dreams By the time of changes In the route of the shining spheres By those years of cherubs You arrived with your shimmered hair And added to the firmament the reason Of the missing fear Who at that time saw you rivaling In brightness with the sun And contemplated the bonfire of yours eyes And felt the red rage of the waters And the blinding avalanche of the wind Namen you with the names Of the Godesses of war And dressed you up with the vestments of mith Then you changed your appearance And your movement also changed And you were not Lucifer anymore The sinister star Nor Astarte Nor Palas Athenea, the conqueror of Arce Nor the enraged celestial bull Manager of the darkness And you sat On the new orbital of the heavenly father Serene and arrogant To iluminate with your beauty the dawn Of the Earth THE MILKY WAY What are the freedom and the beauty Of yout cumulus and halo for? If in the grotto of your center There is a force persisting In ruining your happiness And what is the shining of your suns for? Perhaps to illuminate The dark zone that feeds you? And all that concert of ephemeral Arms that revive through their dance That resist the rage Of your vorter Are not perhaps a symbol? A message for the cosmic riders Who ask for the Alpha and the Omega Of your fire? Imminent Collision On this star-studded velvet carpet The collision of bodies Is a sinister event That has happened In infinite times As in a cosmic billiards Filling of waste The game space Now is imminent (In astral terms of course) That Andromeda cross our Milky Way And both be a galaxy Of duplicated stars And then we will not know If the earth Shall light the mornings Of other body (Venus of another story) Or shall have a fragmented end In a stone orbit THE FIRE OF GODS Sheltered in the profound intimacy Of Time There where history and prejudice Conceal with a cabbalistic language Our human past There you are Burning bramble Flaming star Heart in flames Simbolyzing the cosmic reasoning That feeds the reflection Of Art. ANTINOMY On the prairies of the spirit That lubricates the force of the field That unites us Love and Hatred ride Magnificent horses They come to a halt To organize the assault To the castle of dreams With the Angels and the Devils That live In the interstices of soul. SUN Traveller of the main sequence Mourning your sister´s memory Human hope prolonged By the Fire of Gods Your breath shaped the remaining dust And formed up the substance of clay The water became the echo Of past gestes And occupied the basin of the planet And in that flask of matter Germinated by the stories generosity The brimming seed of man sprang TITAN Orange shelf Who keep the leaves of past Armour Who retain the traces of mystery The astronomer mind fixed In your inflamMable seas A message of moleculs Fossils That keep the creases Of your docks PLANET Bowl of algas Travelling in the sense Of conscience. Halted explosion Mirror from which The universe contemplates himself. In your form The spirit abandons the fire And settles down In the matter of man JUPITER Regretful sun Inmense frightened dragon Your transparent face Untidy by the wind Let a tear shed Every time the star That illuminates you Reminds you the majesty Of its opened furnace Engrossed you keep In the vast and burning Waters of your being The strange serenity Of impotence SATURN Inmense bubble crowned By the residual dust Of a disintegrated moon I am fascinated By your shimmering crown Of rock and ice And by your ribbons of paralled clouds I contemplate your fast shepherd moons Opening in your rings many furrows reserved To maintain the control Of your dimninute chargers And I think over rhe hope of finding The architecture of life In the enrapturing waters of Titan Saturn Flattened orange-coloured time In the pit of remembrance You look like an approaching spaceship. EUROPE Coquette around the saffroncoloured Bull That tied down your escape You keep in the blue solitude Of your appearance Your ancestor sounds There in the waters of your body Fungi and algae And tiny fishes Decorated the landscape That loves your stately lap In the deep of your waters are An aileron and clothes Made of silver plated plastic And the cobbled dreams Of a martyr of the space That broke with his misfortune The ice of your face THE SPACE On your bed of surves The resigned stars follow The curve of your essence. By your globular walls The energy of other time leaks Freezes and forms the matter Of things In your meshes of light The infinites blend The galaxies and the cumulus Separates when your sheets Open and expand Through the time APOCALYPSE XII Now that outside The infinity is unknown and silent And that the fuel of his fingers Is dead Now that all Is a permanent monologue An eternal solitude Without the swell of the young man Nor the audacity of the wise creator That opened for us The door of that other world Of chromosonic fibers Now that the old age chases me And that I have beaten my paths My magnetic bubbles Have the presentment That I have been forsaken In this old hard disk And they try in vain To find the light In the memory that unites us MEETING In memorian René Rebetez Here we are In this future share Still green and clean And we are expecting the message That comes in the bubble of your dreams We are not the only ones In other latitudes The sowing has turned into fruit Which fly with its wonder wings In search of the brother Everybody is here In this bend of the time Expecting the miracle Hearing the Ineffable Voice That asks the world to open As a book I am here too and I also hope Cause I know the heavens Are not more than the pages Where travels the light That men are the light Imprisoned And that in any place of the universe The light also expects The moment of the meeting PORTRAIT I am a fragment of the faboulous ether Whose pages open inmoderatly I am a part of the pollen That fertilizes the planetary waters I am the warmth of sun on each leaf And the obscure energy that stores The future of universe I am a burning spark come off The light that surrounds the world An electron lost In the labyrinth of time An idea in the Eternal Mind The eyes of the Whole Spirit The thinking body of earth And God that says the lyrical word That pronounces these memories SOUNDS OF TIME From the distant strips of space The echo of a stellar gas jet That vanishes off the infinite density The explosion of a neutron star The whistling melody of ashes Coming from a nebula The moan of a moribund star The collision of a neutrino Against the hydrogen that travels free By the sidereal estates The brilliance of a explosion Of gamma rays The particles of the past The undulating travel Towards the departure point And the breath of he who handles The control of the work Idle on the shores of time THE BIG GAME All is a game The original chaos The chance of a thousand heads That process The elements of the landscape All is a game The man himself Not possible without The original bang Without the fortunate asteroid That cleared the path Of his ancestors All is a game A game that someboy stakes On the outskirts of time And we ephemeral chess bishops That move on the mire Hardly manage to make out Its shadow THE CREATION When all the places were An invisible point When all the moments were Delayed instants All the things A lonely and indefinable Same thing And the whole and the light Were blended The explosion unfolded the leaves Of the chords It opened the doors To the whirl that links All the chapters And thus this fable started In this pustule that grows On the skin of silence ELECTRON Tiny emissary of the sacred will That reign on the world Of uncertain realities Minute architect of substance Curious jumper That invade other orbits To cause life With the word of the physicist The reason thanks you Thanks for being On the right place Defined by the Fire. ATOM Miniature solar system That condense the essence Of all that That vibrates Unity of poles that compete Poles that generate the diversity Adding turns Enigma of the being Exactness that define harmony Bridge between this word And that another one we intuit In the verse of poets I wonder what will become of you When the stillness and the cold Reign in the emptiness Left by galaxis and planets gone And the universe become an inmense Dark tomb PROMETHEUS In the instant in which you stole The fire of the nuclear plant From your elders It started this vortex Of things that aim Towards your sidereal estate After the harmony That you forget to sow In the heart of man Love inspired yor rebelliousness And yor noble act Was engraved In the skin oh heroes Forever TASSILI The beautiful adolescent Of lost eyes The willowy suckling woman Of broad hips The graceful pubescent girl Of fine legs And the pregnant and aloof Woman with the pad They all naked walk Scared and nude Towards the piece of sun That landed at daybreak They all are conducted By a round-headed man A cosmonaut veiled In a silver moon clothes A navigator of the firmament That decide to abduct them To sow in their bellies The seed of Antares. THE MAYAS They could not remember The insular years Of their ancestors And thus they had to do all again Even their dreams Perhaps if they had known The kinship of dolmens They would have scanned The truth On that other edge Of the sphinx THE MAYAS 2 From Sagitarius In the inner of the galaxy The masters of the harmony Of the spheres will return (As in the calends of stone jaguars) And then nothing will be the same The quiet passion will untie her breath And we all shall be radiant angels Sages and virtuosos Indomitable tamers Of the halted time BACHUÉ The waters of Iguaque and the ears of wheat Witnessed your shining descent Riding the enigmatic snake Bearer of science and life Your belly multiplied the color Of the sons of the submerged savannah The indian of soothed skin sprang up With plenty of nobility and valor When your root was scattered in our household You went in search of your heaven Bachué mother of the dreams of poets Indian princess mother of the race -Bolívar, Martí and Vasconcelos- and mother of the maize of Aztecs THE WALKERS OF HEAVEN From the boundaries of the universe Riding on the fold of the space The walkers of heaven Summoned the fire and the words To sow the truth into the cretures They brought with them The message of the spires The kept memory of the former escapes And the wish spreading the light Of their ancestors Mistaken for gods Because of the hurricane noise Of their spacecrafts The shine of their bodies And the fire of their hands The walkers of heaven Continue their footprints On the images of myth THE DIVINE "SPHAIROS" OF EMPEDOCLE(S) (Before the Big Bang) You are the fire of the East Opening your furnace In some of your beaches Are tanning the quarks Those diminutive the light beings That from time to time Decide to be mixed up In the game of God To knit the matter Of wich man is made THE LIGHT Your sidereal travels Show us The scenary of the other times The past in the retina of the present You are and are not When you surpass the threshold Of mistery The geometry that directs you Is the cradle of that brightness That lets us caress The substance of the world The physicists restrict you To the heights of the quantum and the wave Of space and energy With the arrival of the Gods You became The symbol of the Logos Forever EINSTEIN Poetry led you to believe That beautiful laws govern the universe And you found that each body In motion Is the master of its proportions And rythm You wondered how you would feel Riding a sunray And you taught the Physics The paradox of the tour Towards unknown worlds After you The space became A folded and foamy mesh Shivering by the springing mass TEILHARD DE CHARDIN You said the evolution Had a sense That she put in order The universal body In order to germinate the thought And discover the Alpha and the Omega Of mistery That life was more than A complexity that grows In the biosphere That her mission was to cause That the plate of the spirit Could smooth the things Over the body that thinks her That love is the great truth That travels each thread Of this light that tours on us PYTAGORAS Due to the wisdom of the fire That nowadays we all know You knew that man plies Under chronos guidance The sidereal distances You said that the quantity Is the essence That numbers define The forms of the beings Their evolution and fate And you taught your disciples The flight figure and formula You also knew that the harmony Is the language of stars The reason of the swinging body The conductive thread of beauty And the doorway to the castle Of the power that pulls The pulleys of love And the visible You thought of the fine soul Of each world In that ethereal fire that carries By the electric rivers of the universe The message of the Spirit And is nourished by the everlasting Spring of the origin Somewhere in Memphis You learned that the human being Is a grain of dust In a carpet of interminable energy Is just an instant A hope dressed of life In this eternal dance Of the fire of gods MARDUK Under the influence of the date wine The deities of the valley of Sumer and Akkad Entrusted you with the vengance And the battle leading You searched in the sea for the cruel monster That had devoured his sons on the beach You boarded your chariot of fire Wearing your silver helmet And from your flight you caught him In your net And you shot him with your lethal And severe solar ray. The monster felt your rage In his entrails of steel And vomited his sons On the sands Then you split him up With the fire of your fingers And with one of his halves You covered the firmament And you installed your creatures On the other half To bear testimony of your work. Afterwards you erected Bab-il The Door of Gods The inmense tower that Anu and Enlin Designed for you From the heights NEMESIS It maybe a brown giant star Tearing off the Big Cloud A broadside of comet Or a blizzard of rays Generated by the plasma Of ther Eagle Constellation Or Andromeda the poem galaxy That travels to meet her sister Or the sun that is our home Altar shield and cupboard Or a detached asteroid Or the sliding of the green tapestry On the rocking sea of magma Or the simple somnolence Of a hateful bureau THE GREAT ARCHITECT The harmony of the stars Gives evidence of your work Likewise the exact distances Between the particles of the atom The planets are your beloved corners The blue ones Because in them the thought revives Nothing revolves without revolving Before in your conscience The form of all existing beings Is the same as that one of your dream And you are not beyond Neither in the depth of universe Neither in the heart of the protons Neither in the souls of men We are the ones who are In your bosom Navigating as ideas In your ocean of love APOCALYPSE III When the heaven be folded By the father of gods And put as a book In the outskirts of time The light shall cross the edge of the abyss And in a corner of a new field It shall repeat seas and plants And Man with his fears and dreams APOCALYPSE V He descended the stoops And walked among the guardian angel His face shined like the sun And his feet were made of purified metal When he got before the interpreters He told them I am the god of the prophets But my God the true one Has no name neither face He is himself And fills the space with his glory APOCALYPSE IX When the herald of Apollo's Hace crossed the river of death And the crescent moon Have reaped the wheat ear of Piscis The nation of the eagle shall arise And shall submerge their calmbeachs And a space fragment shall tear The veil of the godders And gold shall become water And water a vapour that shall return To water the cracks Of the calcined earth. APOCALYPSE X The chief of a millenariam valley Shall be murdered And the crescent moon Shall take revenge of the affront And shall provoke with his arms The wratth of the earth The riverside villages And the valleys of the five continents Shall be sunk under the mud Hurricane winds shall uproot Mankind And the darkness and a glacial cold Shall cover the devastated surface At the end of the punishment The vision of Lucía's shall return And shall be multiplied And shall search for the sons of the light Under the ruins APOCALYPSE XIII The bearers of the word Are back Some are amongst us Hidden on the garret Of prodigy Hidden in the poet's verse Or in the sackcloth of the one who sees Beyond the appearances Here they are still arriving Pointing towards new ways Of hope to all of us Warning us agains the risk Of the insane handling Of words and things Here they are Infiltrated and expectant Sowers of the intelligent fire Radiant spirits that return From other place Splinters of the Creator of Universe If you find one of them Do not be afraid Approach him with the language Of silence Let his grace be shed On your neurons And please tell him that This dreamer Is expecting him With open arms 23rd OF MARCH, 678 BC It was not the angel of Isaiah's It was a rain of meteorites Senaquerib King of Assyria What destroyed your army that day And the meteorites were sent From the heaven In the tenth year of the empire According to the Bamboo annals During the mourning fateful days One of them more vehement Combed the planet's hair With its trail Changed the way of the sun And plunged into darkness the earth And he became an earthly god The terminator of walls and people With is fire And he was named with different names Master of the desolation God of the Sword and the Plague Wolf Archangel Demon Nerval Ares Huitzilopochtli THE CHARIOT AND THE RAY OF INDRA'S When descending It burned with its brilliance All the living matter It ascended And the flopping of its wings was like a gale Flying over the jungles From the Ganges to Ceylan It was driven by Indra The divine surgeon He who healed with the magic of his light The wounds of the angels And left their skin smooth As bathed in moonlight GANYMEDES From the epic Troy Riding the chariot of Zeus's You thrilled travelled After the traces of amazement During your voyage you enjoyed The towers of Neptune's Emerging from the waters The prairies of Ceres's Ploughed by shaking cars And the luminary of Apollo's Radiant and mysterious On the clouds Illuminating the route For the thunder eagles From then on Ganymedes son of Tros's Never abducted Prince of Troy Lost in the night labyrinths The myth turned you into a servant Into a constellation and a living statue Unjustly into a Tonante young man Nowadys the cantor prefers to see you Enchanted by the enrapturing nectar Of Aphrodite In the company of your lyre Of the laught and The Hours Of the friendship and poetry KOGGEE COSMOGONY The man desired his own mother and sister And the chief opened the gateways of heaven For the water to clear The souls of the Koggees From the summit of the Sierra The waters flooded The survivors of the prodigious spaceship Saw their oldest brothers Descending in luminous beams To sow the eart with birds Dreams and plants BEP KOROROTI He descended from a luminous tree And taught the natives That brotherhood is the shared prey That the word revives in front of the word And that a tree may be a gateway To the stars A day after many days of nostalgia He wore his helmet And his suit made of sun and stars And disappeared in the firmament Among flaming clouds Lightnings and thunders He returned with the following moon On the same luminous tree And gave his friends The Kayapos Baskets brimming with heaven fruits and roots Never seen on earth GILGAMESH In the heart of the woods of gods There is a straight and even path On which walks The giant of bronze scales That fills up the heaven with his yell All men are afraid of him Because of his thunder voice His poisonous breath And the fire he vomits by his mouth But you shepherd of Uruk Son of the celestial semen Sowed into the earth womb You know the secret of the wind With which you spare the world to suffer The sorrow of the ashes THE SPHINX There you are With your silence of stone Preserving the message of signs And the glory of other times There you are Woman-faced and lion-bodied Astral colossus Indicating the date of the flood That buried the island of letters There you are Enduring the sands of the desert And the blindness of man Who looks at you and does not understand The anguish of your face HOPE The particles of the originals furnace Tell us that life and reason Are their destiny That beyond The residual waves There is a still-virgin stellar gate That accelerates the fire Of future. Man senses it -¡Miracle of genes!- And devotes part of his dreams To decipher the path of gods And the twyers burn And the spaceships fly Higher and higher In search of the brother _________________________________________ © Antonio Mora Vélez © José Luis Hereyra (Traductor) LA CASA DE ASTERIÓN ISSN: 0124 - 9282 Revista Trimestral de Estudios Literarios Volumen IV - Número 13 Abril-Mayo-Junio de 2003 SUPLEMENTO LITERARIO CARIBANÍA ISSN: 0124 - 9290 DEPARTAMENTO DE IDIOMAS FACULTAD DE CIENCIAS HUMANAS - FACULTAD DE EDUCACIÓN UNIVERSIDAD DEL ATLÁNTICO Barranquilla - Colombia El URL de este documento es: http://lacasadeasterionB.homestead.com/v4n13riders.html |
The riders of Remembrance Antonio Mora Vélez NOTA DEL EDITOR: Estos poemas fueron seleccionados por José Luis Hereyra de los libros Los caminantes del cielo, El fuego de los dioses (publicados) y Los jinetes del recuerdo (inédito). Con gran satisfacción, Ediciones CARIBANÍA entrega a los lectores esta edición electrónica de The Riders of Remenbrance, satisfacción que se explica por la calidad estética y la profundidad de sentido de la poesía de Mora Vélez, y por la calidad de la traducción al inglés realizada por otro gran poeta caribeño, José Luis Hereyra. INTRODUCCIÓN: La obra poética de Antonio Mora Vélez parte de una actitud contemplativa del universo que, cargada de cinética, deviene traslación de hitos humanos: lo antropológico, los cósmico, lo histórico, lo científico, aún lo místico... Es una obra densa, certera y deslumbrante. Desde el primer instante tuve la certeza de que estos poemas eran algo único; curiosamente nuevos con una piel atemporal y clásica. Una verdadera simbiosis de lo epistemológico revelado desde la belleza del arte de la palabra de todos los tiempos. Supe también al sentirlos --esa es la expresión más exacta--que parecían escritos en lengua inglesa; por sugerir, más que decir, a la manera de los "icebergs" evocados por Hemingway. Aquí están, de cuerpo entero, estos poemas en una versión inglesa que me aproximó más a su alma, a su "nous". Es mi modesto aporte a la belleza y profundidad que siempre me ha estremecido desde ellos. José Luis Hereyra Collante Traductor The Riders of Remembrance As spectres They wander by the desert prairies Of the old region of Franks Deep-set and dark their eyes are Their bodies lean and pale Covered by rags And long and thin As shrivelled wheat ears Are their hands In the star-spangled nights They leave their caves looking for air And the water of cactuses And to see the wrinkles of their faces Bathed in moonlight They are the riders of remembrance Riding mutant camels By the dunes and waves Thinking over life and paths They say that their voices whisper The good old times Before the return of angels And that also relate the sounds of horror The ripped flesh The earth devoured by the fire Come from the second circle Beyond the heaven of spaceships They say that the radiant messengers of gods Were those who gave them the bread The sacred light and the dream The authors of the uproar And they also say that returned whistling Strange sand melodies And that they felt disillusioned and decided (With the pain of their antennas) To burn the bad written pages Of that old story And start again The Dying Leaf I saw the leaf falling softly on the lawn Of the last days' poplar grove While we stared at the sea solitude On that beach of the past That was sun, love and happiness I read the painful verse of farewell That said to the world that life Should have a second chance Somewhere else And I saw the leaf falling Confident in her fate You were beside me, remember? I told you then that a leaf without sun Was like the death As a woman without love Or a kite without wind And you asked me For the hidden reasons of the clouds And the disappearance of the mornings And I answered you that the night Was approaching To dress in mourning the colors And store the illusions of men In the endless dream of Hiroshima's That life could revive in otherleaves In other times And that we had to record in the retina (To keep its brilliance and message) The light of the last star Compasses Fire spring that filled with life The seas of the earth Symbol of the thinking universe of angels Light that delivered the truth To the original darkness Cone that relates the growth Of fire and space Stellar Pyramid Observatory Source of energy Of the former sowers Triangle that contains The ineffable name of the constructing force Architect describing The trails of descent The echo of overflowed waters And the layout of the first stories APOCALYPSE XVII To Hollywood, a factory of illusions. In the beginning there was an inmense wave That drowned all the life of that shore Then the yell of the earth That burned the hopes of Los Angeles And the air was filled with wails And with clouds of dust and death And in the apocalyptic vision Of the poet The yellow sown fields Were muddied by the thunder. Years later The vision of the poet said That all was cleanly slashed By the fire That the nostalgic beach of movie stars Disappeared riding a diluted crest And from the edge of the dark cliff That restricted the path of dreams The riders of remembrance Still perceive The sounds of fury And the enrapturing smell Of the orange groves in blossom VENUS By the time in which men Lived only with the clarity of heaven Stoking up their lives and weaving Their first dreams By the time of changes In the route of the shining spheres By those years of cherubs You arrived with your shimmered hair And added to the firmament the reason Of the missing fear Who at that time saw you rivaling In brightness with the sun And contemplated the bonfire of yours eyes And felt the red rage of the waters And the blinding avalanche of the wind Namen you with the names Of the Godesses of war And dressed you up with the vestments of mith Then you changed your appearance And your movement also changed And you were not Lucifer anymore The sinister star Nor Astarte Nor Palas Athenea, the conqueror of Arce Nor the enraged celestial bull Manager of the darkness And you sat On the new orbital of the heavenly father Serene and arrogant To iluminate with your beauty the dawn Of the Earth THE MILKY WAY What are the freedom and the beauty Of yout cumulus and halo for? If in the grotto of your center There is a force persisting In ruining your happiness And what is the shining of your suns for? Perhaps to illuminate The dark zone that feeds you? And all that concert of ephemeral Arms that revive through their dance That resist the rage Of your vorter Are not perhaps a symbol? A message for the cosmic riders Who ask for the Alpha and the Omega Of your fire? Imminent Collision On this star-studded velvet carpet The collision of bodies Is a sinister event That has happened In infinite times As in a cosmic billiards Filling of waste The game space Now is imminent (In astral terms of course) That Andromeda cross our Milky Way And both be a galaxy Of duplicated stars And then we will not know If the earth Shall light the mornings Of other body (Venus of another story) Or shall have a fragmented end In a stone orbit THE FIRE OF GODS Sheltered in the profound intimacy Of Time There where history and prejudice Conceal with a cabbalistic language Our human past There you are Burning bramble Flaming star Heart in flames Simbolyzing the cosmic reasoning That feeds the reflection Of Art. ANTINOMY On the prairies of the spirit That lubricates the force of the field That unites us Love and Hatred ride Magnificent horses They come to a halt To organize the assault To the castle of dreams With the Angels and the Devils That live In the interstices of soul. SUN Traveller of the main sequence Mourning your sister´s memory Human hope prolonged By the Fire of Gods Your breath shaped the remaining dust And formed up the substance of clay The water became the echo Of past gestes And occupied the basin of the planet And in that flask of matter Germinated by the stories generosity The brimming seed of man sprang TITAN Orange shelf Who keep the leaves of past Armour Who retain the traces of mystery The astronomer mind fixed In your inflamMable seas A message of moleculs Fossils That keep the creases Of your docks PLANET Bowl of algas Travelling in the sense Of conscience. Halted explosion Mirror from which The universe contemplates himself. In your form The spirit abandons the fire And settles down In the matter of man JUPITER Regretful sun Inmense frightened dragon Your transparent face Untidy by the wind Let a tear shed Every time the star That illuminates you Reminds you the majesty Of its opened furnace Engrossed you keep In the vast and burning Waters of your being The strange serenity Of impotence SATURN Inmense bubble crowned By the residual dust Of a disintegrated moon I am fascinated By your shimmering crown Of rock and ice And by your ribbons of paralled clouds I contemplate your fast shepherd moons Opening in your rings many furrows reserved To maintain the control Of your dimninute chargers And I think over rhe hope of finding The architecture of life In the enrapturing waters of Titan Saturn Flattened orange-coloured time In the pit of remembrance You look like an approaching spaceship. EUROPE Coquette around the saffroncoloured Bull That tied down your escape You keep in the blue solitude Of your appearance Your ancestor sounds There in the waters of your body Fungi and algae And tiny fishes Decorated the landscape That loves your stately lap In the deep of your waters are An aileron and clothes Made of silver plated plastic And the cobbled dreams Of a martyr of the space That broke with his misfortune The ice of your face THE SPACE On your bed of surves The resigned stars follow The curve of your essence. By your globular walls The energy of other time leaks Freezes and forms the matter Of things In your meshes of light The infinites blend The galaxies and the cumulus Separates when your sheets Open and expand Through the time APOCALYPSE XII Now that outside The infinity is unknown and silent And that the fuel of his fingers Is dead Now that all Is a permanent monologue An eternal solitude Without the swell of the young man Nor the audacity of the wise creator That opened for us The door of that other world Of chromosonic fibers Now that the old age chases me And that I have beaten my paths My magnetic bubbles Have the presentment That I have been forsaken In this old hard disk And they try in vain To find the light In the memory that unites us MEETING In memorian René Rebetez Here we are In this future share Still green and clean And we are expecting the message That comes in the bubble of your dreams We are not the only ones In other latitudes The sowing has turned into fruit Which fly with its wonder wings In search of the brother Everybody is here In this bend of the time Expecting the miracle Hearing the Ineffable Voice That asks the world to open As a book I am here too and I also hope Cause I know the heavens Are not more than the pages Where travels the light That men are the light Imprisoned And that in any place of the universe The light also expects The moment of the meeting PORTRAIT I am a fragment of the faboulous ether Whose pages open inmoderatly I am a part of the pollen That fertilizes the planetary waters I am the warmth of sun on each leaf And the obscure energy that stores The future of universe I am a burning spark come off The light that surrounds the world An electron lost In the labyrinth of time An idea in the Eternal Mind The eyes of the Whole Spirit The thinking body of earth And God that says the lyrical word That pronounces these memories SOUNDS OF TIME From the distant strips of space The echo of a stellar gas jet That vanishes off the infinite density The explosion of a neutron star The whistling melody of ashes Coming from a nebula The moan of a moribund star The collision of a neutrino Against the hydrogen that travels free By the sidereal estates The brilliance of a explosion Of gamma rays The particles of the past The undulating travel Towards the departure point And the breath of he who handles The control of the work Idle on the shores of time THE BIG GAME All is a game The original chaos The chance of a thousand heads That process The elements of the landscape All is a game The man himself Not possible without The original bang Without the fortunate asteroid That cleared the path Of his ancestors All is a game A game that someboy stakes On the outskirts of time And we ephemeral chess bishops That move on the mire Hardly manage to make out Its shadow THE CREATION When all the places were An invisible point When all the moments were Delayed instants All the things A lonely and indefinable Same thing And the whole and the light Were blended The explosion unfolded the leaves Of the chords It opened the doors To the whirl that links All the chapters And thus this fable started In this pustule that grows On the skin of silence ELECTRON Tiny emissary of the sacred will That reign on the world Of uncertain realities Minute architect of substance Curious jumper That invade other orbits To cause life With the word of the physicist The reason thanks you Thanks for being On the right place Defined by the Fire. ATOM Miniature solar system That condense the essence Of all that That vibrates Unity of poles that compete Poles that generate the diversity Adding turns Enigma of the being Exactness that define harmony Bridge between this word And that another one we intuit In the verse of poets I wonder what will become of you When the stillness and the cold Reign in the emptiness Left by galaxis and planets gone And the universe become an inmense Dark tomb PROMETHEUS In the instant in which you stole The fire of the nuclear plant From your elders It started this vortex Of things that aim Towards your sidereal estate After the harmony That you forget to sow In the heart of man Love inspired yor rebelliousness And yor noble act Was engraved In the skin oh heroes Forever TASSILI The beautiful adolescent Of lost eyes The willowy suckling woman Of broad hips The graceful pubescent girl Of fine legs And the pregnant and aloof Woman with the pad They all naked walk Scared and nude Towards the piece of sun That landed at daybreak They all are conducted By a round-headed man A cosmonaut veiled In a silver moon clothes A navigator of the firmament That decide to abduct them To sow in their bellies The seed of Antares. THE MAYAS They could not remember The insular years Of their ancestors And thus they had to do all again Even their dreams Perhaps if they had known The kinship of dolmens They would have scanned The truth On that other edge Of the sphinx THE MAYAS 2 From Sagitarius In the inner of the galaxy The masters of the harmony Of the spheres will return (As in the calends of stone jaguars) And then nothing will be the same The quiet passion will untie her breath And we all shall be radiant angels Sages and virtuosos Indomitable tamers Of the halted time BACHUÉ The waters of Iguaque and the ears of wheat Witnessed your shining descent Riding the enigmatic snake Bearer of science and life Your belly multiplied the color Of the sons of the submerged savannah The indian of soothed skin sprang up With plenty of nobility and valor When your root was scattered in our household You went in search of your heaven Bachué mother of the dreams of poets Indian princess mother of the race -Bolívar, Martí and Vasconcelos- and mother of the maize of Aztecs THE WALKERS OF HEAVEN From the boundaries of the universe Riding on the fold of the space The walkers of heaven Summoned the fire and the words To sow the truth into the cretures They brought with them The message of the spires The kept memory of the former escapes And the wish spreading the light Of their ancestors Mistaken for gods Because of the hurricane noise Of their spacecrafts The shine of their bodies And the fire of their hands The walkers of heaven Continue their footprints On the images of myth THE DIVINE "SPHAIROS" OF EMPEDOCLE(S) (Before the Big Bang) You are the fire of the East Opening your furnace In some of your beaches Are tanning the quarks Those diminutive the light beings That from time to time Decide to be mixed up In the game of God To knit the matter Of wich man is made THE LIGHT Your sidereal travels Show us The scenary of the other times The past in the retina of the present You are and are not When you surpass the threshold Of mistery The geometry that directs you Is the cradle of that brightness That lets us caress The substance of the world The physicists restrict you To the heights of the quantum and the wave Of space and energy With the arrival of the Gods You became The symbol of the Logos Forever EINSTEIN Poetry led you to believe That beautiful laws govern the universe And you found that each body In motion Is the master of its proportions And rythm You wondered how you would feel Riding a sunray And you taught the Physics The paradox of the tour Towards unknown worlds After you The space became A folded and foamy mesh Shivering by the springing mass TEILHARD DE CHARDIN You said the evolution Had a sense That she put in order The universal body In order to germinate the thought And discover the Alpha and the Omega Of mistery That life was more than A complexity that grows In the biosphere That her mission was to cause That the plate of the spirit Could smooth the things Over the body that thinks her That love is the great truth That travels each thread Of this light that tours on us PYTAGORAS Due to the wisdom of the fire That nowadays we all know You knew that man plies Under chronos guidance The sidereal distances You said that the quantity Is the essence That numbers define The forms of the beings Their evolution and fate And you taught your disciples The flight figure and formula You also knew that the harmony Is the language of stars The reason of the swinging body The conductive thread of beauty And the doorway to the castle Of the power that pulls The pulleys of love And the visible You thought of the fine soul Of each world In that ethereal fire that carries By the electric rivers of the universe The message of the Spirit And is nourished by the everlasting Spring of the origin Somewhere in Memphis You learned that the human being Is a grain of dust In a carpet of interminable energy Is just an instant A hope dressed of life In this eternal dance Of the fire of gods MARDUK Under the influence of the date wine The deities of the valley of Sumer and Akkad Entrusted you with the vengance And the battle leading You searched in the sea for the cruel monster That had devoured his sons on the beach You boarded your chariot of fire Wearing your silver helmet And from your flight you caught him In your net And you shot him with your lethal And severe solar ray. The monster felt your rage In his entrails of steel And vomited his sons On the sands Then you split him up With the fire of your fingers And with one of his halves You covered the firmament And you installed your creatures On the other half To bear testimony of your work. Afterwards you erected Bab-il The Door of Gods The inmense tower that Anu and Enlin Designed for you From the heights NEMESIS It maybe a brown giant star Tearing off the Big Cloud A broadside of comet Or a blizzard of rays Generated by the plasma Of ther Eagle Constellation Or Andromeda the poem galaxy That travels to meet her sister Or the sun that is our home Altar shield and cupboard Or a detached asteroid Or the sliding of the green tapestry On the rocking sea of magma Or the simple somnolence Of a hateful bureau THE GREAT ARCHITECT The harmony of the stars Gives evidence of your work Likewise the exact distances Between the particles of the atom The planets are your beloved corners The blue ones Because in them the thought revives Nothing revolves without revolving Before in your conscience The form of all existing beings Is the same as that one of your dream And you are not beyond Neither in the depth of universe Neither in the heart of the protons Neither in the souls of men We are the ones who are In your bosom Navigating as ideas In your ocean of love APOCALYPSE III When the heaven be folded By the father of gods And put as a book In the outskirts of time The light shall cross the edge of the abyss And in a corner of a new field It shall repeat seas and plants And Man with his fears and dreams APOCALYPSE V He descended the stoops And walked among the guardian angel His face shined like the sun And his feet were made of purified metal When he got before the interpreters He told them I am the god of the prophets But my God the true one Has no name neither face He is himself And fills the space with his glory APOCALYPSE IX When the herald of Apollo's Hace crossed the river of death And the crescent moon Have reaped the wheat ear of Piscis The nation of the eagle shall arise And shall submerge their calmbeachs And a space fragment shall tear The veil of the godders And gold shall become water And water a vapour that shall return To water the cracks Of the calcined earth. APOCALYPSE X The chief of a millenariam valley Shall be murdered And the crescent moon Shall take revenge of the affront And shall provoke with his arms The wratth of the earth The riverside villages And the valleys of the five continents Shall be sunk under the mud Hurricane winds shall uproot Mankind And the darkness and a glacial cold Shall cover the devastated surface At the end of the punishment The vision of Lucía's shall return And shall be multiplied And shall search for the sons of the light Under the ruins APOCALYPSE XIII The bearers of the word Are back Some are amongst us Hidden on the garret Of prodigy Hidden in the poet's verse Or in the sackcloth of the one who sees Beyond the appearances Here they are still arriving Pointing towards new ways Of hope to all of us Warning us agains the risk Of the insane handling Of words and things Here they are Infiltrated and expectant Sowers of the intelligent fire Radiant spirits that return From other place Splinters of the Creator of Universe If you find one of them Do not be afraid Approach him with the language Of silence Let his grace be shed On your neurons And please tell him that This dreamer Is expecting him With open arms 23rd OF MARCH, 678 BC It was not the angel of Isaiah's It was a rain of meteorites Senaquerib King of Assyria What destroyed your army that day And the meteorites were sent From the heaven In the tenth year of the empire According to the Bamboo annals During the mourning fateful days One of them more vehement Combed the planet's hair With its trail Changed the way of the sun And plunged into darkness the earth And he became an earthly god The terminator of walls and people With is fire And he was named with different names Master of the desolation God of the Sword and the Plague Wolf Archangel Demon Nerval Ares Huitzilopochtli THE CHARIOT AND THE RAY OF INDRA'S When descending It burned with its brilliance All the living matter It ascended And the flopping of its wings was like a gale Flying over the jungles From the Ganges to Ceylan It was driven by Indra The divine surgeon He who healed with the magic of his light The wounds of the angels And left their skin smooth As bathed in moonlight GANYMEDES From the epic Troy Riding the chariot of Zeus's You thrilled travelled After the traces of amazement During your voyage you enjoyed The towers of Neptune's Emerging from the waters The prairies of Ceres's Ploughed by shaking cars And the luminary of Apollo's Radiant and mysterious On the clouds Illuminating the route For the thunder eagles From then on Ganymedes son of Tros's Never abducted Prince of Troy Lost in the night labyrinths The myth turned you into a servant Into a constellation and a living statue Unjustly into a Tonante young man Nowadys the cantor prefers to see you Enchanted by the enrapturing nectar Of Aphrodite In the company of your lyre Of the laught and The Hours Of the friendship and poetry KOGGEE COSMOGONY The man desired his own mother and sister And the chief opened the gateways of heaven For the water to clear The souls of the Koggees From the summit of the Sierra The waters flooded The survivors of the prodigious spaceship Saw their oldest brothers Descending in luminous beams To sow the eart with birds Dreams and plants BEP KOROROTI He descended from a luminous tree And taught the natives That brotherhood is the shared prey That the word revives in front of the word And that a tree may be a gateway To the stars A day after many days of nostalgia He wore his helmet And his suit made of sun and stars And disappeared in the firmament Among flaming clouds Lightnings and thunders He returned with the following moon On the same luminous tree And gave his friends The Kayapos Baskets brimming with heaven fruits and roots Never seen on earth GILGAMESH In the heart of the woods of gods There is a straight and even path On which walks The giant of bronze scales That fills up the heaven with his yell All men are afraid of him Because of his thunder voice His poisonous breath And the fire he vomits by his mouth But you shepherd of Uruk Son of the celestial semen Sowed into the earth womb You know the secret of the wind With which you spare the world to suffer The sorrow of the ashes THE SPHINX There you are With your silence of stone Preserving the message of signs And the glory of other times There you are Woman-faced and lion-bodied Astral colossus Indicating the date of the flood That buried the island of letters There you are Enduring the sands of the desert And the blindness of man Who looks at you and does not understand The anguish of your face HOPE The particles of the originals furnace Tell us that life and reason Are their destiny That beyond The residual waves There is a still-virgin stellar gate That accelerates the fire Of future. Man senses it -¡Miracle of genes!- And devotes part of his dreams To decipher the path of gods And the twyers burn And the spaceships fly Higher and higher In search of the brother _________________________________________ © Antonio Mora Vélez © José Luis Hereyra (Traductor) LA CASA DE ASTERIÓN ISSN: 0124 - 9282 Revista Trimestral de Estudios Literarios Volumen IV - Número 13 Abril-Mayo-Junio de 2003 SUPLEMENTO LITERARIO CARIBANÍA ISSN: 0124 - 9290 DEPARTAMENTO DE IDIOMAS FACULTAD DE CIENCIAS HUMANAS - FACULTAD DE EDUCACIÓN UNIVERSIDAD DEL ATLÁNTICO Barranquilla - Colombia El URL de este documento es: http://lacasadeasterionB.homestead.com/v4n13riders.html |
