Abstractions from the Latin Heart

A homage to the eternally beautiful

Abstractions from the Latin Heart

 

Tengo tantos hermanos

Que no los puedo contar

Y una novia tan Hermosa

Que se llama libertad

 

I have so many brothers

More than I could ever count

And the most beautiful of brides

Freedom

 

I have so many brothers

More than I could ever count

In the valleys, in the mountains

In the pampas and the sea

 

Every single one with their career

With their dreams each and everyone

With hope into the future

Memories left behind

 

I have so many brothers

With revolution as pride

From the yells of the Che

Atahualpa’s sacrifice

 

From the scarlet dripped Malvinas

Not the Falkland Islands

From the ever expanding horizon

The Andes

 

Brotherhood fueled by injustice

The warmest of blood

In the reflection of the Amazon

Tyrannies past

 

Poems of love

Songs by the balcony

Serenata by moonlight

Sex the endless night

 

Cliché, abstraction

Call it what you want

To hell with your standards

They are tradition to us

 

Mate, Samba

Tango, wine

Ballads of Jaramillo

When love is alcohol drowned

 

Salve oh patria

Your gold bathed cathedrals

Monuments of defeated

Inhumane Spain

 

There is more than salsa

More than cumbias and dance

More than the prostituted muses

That in the devil’s box you find

Or a dog named b*****d

Raping the treasures of nations

Famous embracement

 

No, the true art

Jaramillo, Leo Dan, Arjona, Neruda

My love if you were die first

I’ll write our story with blood

With ink sorrowed blood

Del Corazon

 

Passion

As simple as a game played with the foot

Ball

Not the hand

 

Unite peoples

Nations

One voice

One pride

Not a game

A life style

 

Latino, Hispanic

Dubious insulting terms

None of that we are

Different each and every one

 

The true Latin lover

Not jealous or machista

He puts the world at your feet

Enamors you with abstractions and serenata

 

Then makes love and orgasm

Til dawn,

Abstractions!

No

Lifestyle

 

No hay nada mas bello

Que lo que nunca e tenido

Nada mas amado

Que lo que perdi

Perdoname si

Hoy busco en la arena

Esa luna llena

Que arañaba el mar

 

There is nothing for beautiful than that I’ve never had

Nothing more beloved than what I’ve lost

Forgive me today

If I search in the sand

The memories of that full moon

That once scraped the sea

Author's Note

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

oh this is a lovely lovely poem - two write bilingually - I would kill to have that talent. I read a little Spanish, it is a beautiful sound - I have to work to translate but the tone and feel of this piece is lyrical, anthemic and I savored it.