MARLENE
PASINI
Beginning
The dawn
extends
Its warm
and silky transparency,
The
moisture is filtered
Through
the pores of the earth.
Flowers,
leaves and crusts
Lacerate
the ethereal
Course of
the days,
In the
high breeze dusts fly
Compressed
memories and pollen,
Mosses
and lichens disrupt
Their
velvety silence.
Swarm
offish routines
In an
everlasting void.
From the
weariness of those furry ivies
My eyes
are infinite exiles
And
thoughts burst like mauve.
Beyond
the sharp smell of musk
Permeates
the air
And melts
the resinous aroma of trees
And
orange of the evening,
Where the
birds’ songs are scattered
And
experiences diluted,
Where
ethereal dreams mature
And the
absences sigh,
There we
will return to the beginning.
In its intense
indigo,
The night
covers desires
Of
transient chimeras,
In the
slow and transfigured step
Of what’s
always the same
We
dissolve into intangible sequences.
There
where absences gleam
We’ll go
back to the beginning.
Spell
Lost
ripple
In the glance,
Inscriptions
of the invisible
Fall to
the bottom of the dream,
Badges
from another time.
Fleeting
wings dance away
Among the
branches,
Every
move
Evaporates
at the instant bonfire.
From afar
the rumor of our steps
Besieges
the pond and its jade stillness.
Untouched
blackness of shadows.
A last
silent walks burning the darkness
Quartz of
light
Crossing
a splendor of clouds,
reverberates
in silent waters.
The Deep
Sky
It’s an
impassive crow’s song.
To dream
Dissolved
light:
Spell.
Abandonment
The night
goes through us
In the
deepest,
Avid
snake that penetrates
The cleft
of dreams.
We
pretend to sleep
As
impenetrable
Crystal
spheres
The earth
does not comfort
Just
throw off its dark and rough
Orphanage.
Above
Wind
towers
Fall
Apart
Under
Vacuum.
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH
BY ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ
Glass
Road
Memorable
birds
in
grottoes of silences
and paths
traced in time.
Still
raining outside
in the
dark soul of the jungles,
in the
forgotten spirit basin:
island of
torn solitudes
on the
bare feet of the beggar,
in the
yards of that house
packed
with ruined objects.
The fine
moisture dissipates the pores
barely
breathable from things,
of
experiences and words ever drawn
on stones
and silenced logs.
Flood of
thoughts that clutter my mind,
cold
shadows slide in shallow stillness of the dawn.
Stays
Thick
lethargy the afternoon outbreak,
bright
opening consumes
the
pulsation of life itself.
I
overflow,
I spill
in the undeniable
breaking
of the moment.
Slightness
of time in time.
And your
voice
and your
presence is rain.
Endless
cliff of rhythms.
Butterfly
wings:
flower
over the waters of the pond,
clouds,
leafless puffs,
birds
that migrate cycles.
And where
do I go? And you?
Since
eternity names flutter
to strips
of oblivion.
And your
light kisses they fork the dawn,
your love
in the crack
deeper of
my thinking
doves in
the dream, inside bell towers,
among the
hidden branches of the gloom.
Mineral
tear,
dark
memory sore.
MARLENE PASINI
MARLENE PASINI:
She was born in Mexico. She is a Communicologist, Writer and editor,
Transpersonal Psychotherapist, Life Coach and Coach in Transpersonal Education,
Coach in Mindfulness and Meditation, Master in Literature, Diploma in History,
Diploma in Egyptology and Hieroglyphs. Alternative Medicine Specialist.
Cultural Ambassador of Mexico City by the Latin American Association of Poets,
Writers and Artists. She is Specialist in Ancestral Wisdom, Comparative
Religions and Mysticism. He has published seven books of poetry, two essays,
two novels and two personal development books. She won two awards for her
poems, one in the State of Mexico and another one in Buenos Aires Argentina. In
2018 she obtained the Diamond Star distinction for her career in Letters by the
International Circle of Journalists. She won the Ibero-American Prize for
Literature by the Leadership Today Foundation in April 2019. And finally she
obtained the Recognition to Mexican Letters by the Academy of Literature and
Poetry, as well as by Houses of the Poet Association, in July 2019.
These poems are splendid.
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