esuemmanuel

[esuemmanuel]

I don't arrive and leave. I arrive, I love and I stay, even if I leave and they forget that I was there and that I loved. Because what I give, I sow in the depths of the psyche, and from there no hatred or rancor can extirpate me.

Yo no soy de llegar e irme. Yo llego, amo y me quedo, así me vaya y se me olvide que estuve y que quise, porque lo que yo doy, lo siembro en las profundidades de la psique, y de ahí no hay odio ni rencor que me extirpe.

[esuemmanuel]

Hoy estoy aquí. ¿Mañana? Lo desconozco. Y, sin embargo, estaré… y seguiré estando, porque lo que Yo Soy es Esencia de lo Eterno.

Today I am here.

Tomorrow?

I know not.

And yet I will be…

and I will continue to be,

because what I Am

is Essence of the Eternal.

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[esuemmanuel]

I am aware that I dream, that I lie submerged in the maelstrom of an illusion, that I seduce the shadows and sing in the light, while my hands are pressed with insinuation. I am aware that my eyes are closed, but my forehead is open to the reality that never tires of reminding me of my ephemeral eternity.

Soy consciente de que sueño, de que yazgo sumergido en la vorágine de una ilusión, que seduzco a las sombras y a la luz canto, mientras mis manos se prensan de la insinuación. Soy consciente de que tengo los ojos cerrados, pero abierta la frente a la realidad que no se cansa de recordarme mi efímera eternidad.

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[esuemmanuel]

How smooth and calm are the words that come from virgin hands; they touch and penetrate, dilating the heart in their own way and enjoyment. From those words is my heart and soul. From those hands are my eyes and my sacrum. From that Virgin, it is me.

Qué tersas y calmas son las palabras que surgen de unas manos vírgenes; tocan y penetran, dilatando el corazón a su manera y disfrute.

De esas palabras es mi alma y corazón.

De esas manos son mis ojos y mi sacro.

De esa Virgen, soy yo.

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[esuemmanuel]

I wanted to tell her "I love you", but I saw myself surrounded by people, what could they care what I felt? That's why I took her by the hand and carried her away to another place where we could be alone and my heart could be given to her, because to have her on the tip of my tongue and to keep it quiet is to keep her for myself… and, from the world, to rescue her. She knows that I love her, that I care for her and value her; I don't need to tell her that in front of the world. She trusts me… and I, in return, have given her everything. We just need to feel free to enjoy every word, as if we were alone, because, in reality, no one is watching, only our eyes.

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[esuemmanuel]

Well, I don't need to look elsewhere, just at my window… at my mirror… at my world… to feel that my soul is in love, because it is easy to let us feel when we allow ourselves to feel everything we see in others. God, that's magic!

Vaya, que no necesito mirar hacia otra parte, sólo a mi ventana… a mi espejo… a mi mundo… para sentir que tengo el alma enamorada, porque fácil es dejarnos sentir cuando todo lo que vemos en el otro nos lo permitimos en nosotros. ¡Dios, eso sí que es magia!

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[esuemmanuel]

You were so ephemeral that I can no longer remember you, I lost your name and all that we could have experienced if your sincerity had not been so fragile.

Fuiste tan efímero que ya no te puedo recordar, perdí tu nombre y todo lo que bien pudimos experimentar de no haber sido tan frágil tu sinceridad.

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[esuemmanuel]

I take back my affection for the night and its dark caresses dressed in silence… My chest is already smiling with the calmness of the pearly moon and my hands are nourished by its brightness to bring her to me and, thus, between letters, to embrace her.

I would like her light to name me, sing to me, comb my hair and embrace me, while my heart is painted with illusions that can never break, because they are clean of reality and full of impossibilities; those that feed the souls of impassive dreamers.

Just let me dream, be it day or night, asleep or awake… My soul asks for dreams and I want to give them to it! Whether you are there or not, dreams cry out to me, and dreaming is how I'll love you!

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[esuemmanuel]

In the freedom of your lips my soul lies hanging; it clings to your breath, to your voice, to your words and, in a kiss, it falls apart to be reborn in your sweetened corners.

En la libertad de tus labios yace pendiendo mi alma; se aferra a tu aliento, a tu voz, a tus palabras y, en un beso, se deshace para renacer en tus comisuras endulzadas.

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[esuemmanuel]

If you come, don't go away…. Stay with me, for I miss you! Even if I laugh and sing, even if in the music I play I emulate you, I can't catch you…. I need your skin, your trembling flesh, to satisfy this abyss that no longer fits in my soul.

Si vienes, ya no te vayas… ¡Quédate conmigo! ¡Mira que me haces falta! Aunque ría y cante, aunque en la música que toco te emule, no puedo atraparte… Necesito de tu piel, de tu trémula carne, para satisfacer este abismo que en mi alma ya no cabe.

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[esuemmanuel]

Yes, there are ephemeral presences that come and stir everything in you, igniting your insides with their sudden frenzy… and then there are the others, those perpetual presences, the ones that become perennial in your memory, creating in your guts an inexhaustible source of emotion that resolves itself in ink… and in love. You, my white stroke of innocence, are one of those that cannot be left unwritten, because they take root in the soul like a sacred vine that has no beginning and no end. That is why I smile with pride every time I remember you and that precious opportunity I had to have you for myself…. God, I can die happy now!

Si, hay presencias efímeras que vienen y remueven todo en ti, encendiendo tus adentros con su repentino frenesí… y luego están las otras, esas presencias perpetuas, las que se vuelven perennes en la memoria, creándote en las entrañas una fuente inagotable de emoción que se resuelve en tinta… y en amor.

Tú, mi blanco trazo de inocencia, eres de ésas que no se pueden dejar de escribir, porque se arraigan en el alma como una enredadera sagrada que no tiene principio ni fin. Es por ello que sonrío con orgullo cada que me acuerdo de ti y de esa preciosa oportunidad que tuve de tenerte para mí…

¡Dios, ya puedo morir feliz!

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[esuemmanuel]

I recover my calm, my tranquil palpitation, my serene breathing… all that I need to be in Me.

Recupero la calma, el palpitar tranquilo, el respirar sereno... todo lo que me debo para estar en Mí.

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[esuemmanuel]

I am reborn near your lips, your eyes, your touch and your voice. You are the reason for my prose; the gourmand muse I need to feel to live this idyllic trance that helps me write. I cannot exist if I don't bring you with me and make you moan… Here in my ear Here in my flesh Here in my blood and my heartbeat.

Renazco cerca de tus labios, de tus ojos, de tu tacto y tu voz.

Eres tú la razón de mi prosa; la musa golosa que necesito sentir para vivir este idílico trance que me ayuda a escribir.

No puedo existir si no te traigo conmigo y te hago gemir…

Aquí en mi oído Aquí en mi carne Aquí en mi sangre y mi latir.

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[esuemmanuel]

I give myself moments of solitude and music to be able to get closer to you and breathe…

Me regalo momentos de soledad y música para poder acercarme a ti y respirar...

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[esuemmanuel]

My essence hangs from the leaves… from the ink… from heaven… from hell… and from You.

Mi esencia pende

de las hojas...

de la tinta...

del cielo...

del infierno...

y de Ti.

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[esuemmanuel]

How could I have kept silent about this infinite need I have to caress myself with words and not want to suffer from insomnia, if I have forgotten to lull myself to sleep with my own hands while resting under the moon, thus letting silence steal the most sacred part of Me?

¿Cómo he podido callarme esta infinita necesidad que tengo de acariciarme con las palabras y no he querido padecer de insomnio, si me he olvidado de arrullarme con mis propias manos al descansar bajo la luna, dejando así que el silencio me robe lo más sagrado de Mí?

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[esuemmanuel]

I see the sunset fall over the waves of the sea, and the clouds, in their cottony sumptuousness, rise in the skies, covering the moon and its twilight with their grayish hue… And I think of you, suddenly, as the invitation to drink a sip of the most exquisite nectar; thus, orange and indigo, hoisting to the foam that my lips already kiss as I savor your translucent lunar silhouette.

Veo caer el atardecer sobre las olas del mar, y las nubes, en su algodonosa suntuosidad, se elevan por los cielos, cubriendo con su grisáceo matiz a la luna y su luz crepuscular… Y te pienso, de pronto, como la invitación a beber un trago del más exquisito néctar; así, naranja e índigo, enarbolando a la espuma que ya besan mis labios al saborear tu traslúcida silueta lunar.

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