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Cecilia Guridi

Fugacity 05
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She wanders searching for a destiny
and settles at the end of the world

She lives with the ocean
that dresses in green to caress her

At her back the Tasman Sea
forever battling its adversary

Certain of her roots
serenely anchored
among unfathomable recesses
of sparkling exuberance

War-like islanders defended her
Traditional Europeans conquered her

More green than stars
More rainbows than beasts

More horizon than identity

Fresh yet
she harvests rumours of youth

Still like the photo on the wall

The wind draws her silhouette
the birds sing the summer
and with innocent voices the whales come to safety



Squonk
(Inspired in one of the Imaginary Beings by Jorge Luis Borges)

Sheltering rain
On the dark side of his cloak
                   Eyes downcast
He gives in to the sadness of absences
And he is only seen wandering the trails

He finds me one day
I am no use to him
I don’t cheer him
If I beg for salvation
The moon is enough to make me cry
“The land of tears is so mysterious”*

So, we compromise
And cry
On the corners
In the cathedrals
At the sunsets
In the eclipses
And in the summers
                   Contorted

If I console him or he consoles me
Where do we end up?
What kind of rainbow is it that resides in each smile?
                   Disfigured
Strip him of his vestments
Caress him
Lower our defences for a moment
Wind through his Knots
Find the burning contact that fires the skin
                   Lost

If we don’t share the laughs from our dreams
We will share the salty taste of tears.



(* Antoine de Saint-Exupery. “The Little Prince”)


 
 


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