lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011

wind woman

she is a woman
she speaks
she speaks with the wind
she is a woman who spoke
she is a woman who spoke with the wind
she is a woman who spoke with the wind woman
she was a woman
she spoke with the wind
she spoke with she who spoke with the wind
she spoke with the wind woman
she is speaking with the wind
she is the wind
she is the wind speaking
she is the wind speaking with the woman who spoke with the wind
she is the wind who spoke with the woman speaking with the wind
she is speaking

-- Lorena Lobita © 2011

martes, 15 de febrero de 2011

Ya no estás

Ya no estás aquí

para que admiremos juntas

la asombrada purpúrea

efervescencia de la jacaranda

¿la estarás viendo de donde estés?

¿o serás la misma flor?

--Lorena Lobita © 2010, 2011

Bailando con el viento

Hoy te veo aquí de nuevo

caminando junto a la bahía

tu largo chal azul alzado al viento

hinchándose de aire

volando...

Hoy te veo nuevamente

bailando con el viento.

--Lorena Lobita © 2010,2011

Dancing with the wind

Today I see you here again

walking by the bay

your long blue shawl held up the wind

billowing

flying...

Today I see you again

dancing with the wind.

--Lorena © 2010, 2011

You are no longer

You are no longer here

for us together to admire

the amazed purple

effervescence of a jacaranda tree.

Do you see it from where you are?

Or is that you there in flower?

--Lorena Lobita © 2010, 2011

jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

the first day (ii)

hint in the air of fragrant jasmine
as dawn slides down my throat
like a precious tear
declaring how perfect
the flavor of this moment is

milk veil of twilight parts
wind shimmers on the leaves of Spring
a silver sigh flows over the newly turned earth
exposed smooth bones of the hills
ring like marimbas out of a now lost dream

may we receive this
the first day of the rest of creation
in the spirit it is given:
fully open--

--Lorena Lobita © 2009, 2011

Inanna



The song of Inanna in praise of her beloved Damuzi:

"My eager impetuous caresser of the navel.
My caresser of the soft thighs.
He is the one my womb loves best.
He is lettuce planted by the water..."