Amor es Mar

‘As Laura Jáuregui said, in Tlalpan, Mexico City DF in May 1976  “The great poet Alí Chumacero (who I guess shouldn’t be blamed for having a name like that) was real .. what he left behind was real.”‘

(Roberto Bolaño – The Savage Detectives, p. 154)ali chumacero httpwwwpoemas-del-alma.comblogwp-contentuploadsimagenes-galerias2d3d5c6

Llegas, amor, cuando la vida ya nada me ofrecía
sino un duro sabor de lenta consunción
y un saberse dolor desamparado,
casi ceniza de tinieblas;
llega tu voz a destrozar la noche
y asciendes por mi cuerpo
como el cálido pulso hacia el latir postrero
de quien a solas sabe
que un abismo de duelo lo sostiene.
 
Nada había sin ti,
ni un sueño transformado en vida,
ni la certeza que nos precipita
hasta el total saberse consumido;
sólo un pavor entre mi noche
levantando su voz de precipicio:
era una sombra que se destrozaba,
incierta en húmedas tinieblas
y engañosas palabras destruidas,
trocadas en blasfemias que a los ojos
ni luz ni sombra daban:
era el temor a ser sólo una lágrima.
 
Mas el mundo renace al encontrarte,
y la luz es de nuevo
ascendiendo hacia el aire
la tersa calidez de sus alientos
lentamente erigidos;
brotan de fuerza y cólera
y de un aroma suave como espuma,
tal un leve recuerdo
que de pronto se hiciera un muro de dureza
o manantial de sombra.
 
Y en ti mi corazón no tiene forma
ni es un círculo en paz con su tristeza,
sino un pequeño fuego,
el grito que florece en medio de los labios
y toma a ser el fin
un sencillo reflejo de tu cuerpo,
el cristal que a tu imagen desafía,
el sueño que en tu sombra se aniquila.
 
Olas de luz tu voz, tu aliento y tu mirada
en la dolida playa de mi cuerpo;
olas que en mí desnúdanse como alas,
hechas rumor de espuma, oscuridad, aroma tierno,
cuando al sentirme junto a tu desnudo
se ilumina la forma de mi cuerpo.
 
Un mar de sombra eres, y entre tu sal oscura
hay un mundo de luz amanecido.

 

Love is sea
You arrive, my love, when life offered me nothing
more than a hard slow consumptive taste
and a well-known helpless pain,
almost like ash in its darkness;
your voice comes to destroy the night
and you ascend through my body
like the warm pulse towards the last throb
of a lonesome one who knows
that an abyss of confusion sustains him.
 
There was nothing without you,
not a single dream came to life,
no certainty sped us
towards all consuming wisdom;
only a dread in my night
raising your voice from the abyss;
a shattering shadow,
uncertain in humid darkness
and misleading destroyed words,
exchanged in curses so that my eyes
showed neither light nor dark:
the fear of being nothing but a tear.
 
But the world is reborn on meeting you,
and light exists again
raising in the air
the smooth warmth of your
gently constructed breathing;
sprouting with strength and anger
and with a subtle aroma like foam,
like a brief reminder
that soon a wall of strength will be made
or fount of shade.
 
And in you my heart has no shape
nor is it a circle at peace with its sadness,
but it is a small fire,
the shout that flows from my lips
and understands the end as
a simple reflection of your body,
the crystal that defies your image,
the dream that is overwhelmed by your shadow.
 
Waves of light your voice, your breath, your gaze
on the aching beach of my body;
waves that strip me like wings,
made into foaming rumours, darkness, sweet aroma,
when I feel myself next to your nakedness
the shape of my body lights up.
 
A sea of shadow you are, and within your dark salt
there is a world of light dawning.
 

 

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