The fragility of the calendar
If I had to choose between Eternity and You,
I would not hesitate to decide for a second.
I would stay on the path drawn by your footsteps
on the sands of that beach of ours
and with the wind that caresses your face
and numbs your sly smile.
If I had to choose, as you well know,
I would stay with rebelling lips
that graze your body for a moment
and surrender to the passing enjoyment
of stones punished by water.
If I had to choose,
I would stay with the tremble of your skin,
as we twilight,
and the night obliterates consciences
on the weary parapet of this new moon.
If I had to choose, without a doubt,
I would stay for your days that do not deny
the fragility of the calendar.
Ramón Martínez lópez, Spain (1975)
from ”Eternity was shaped by her lips”
Translated by: Mary-Dryden Maio & Caitlin Nguyen
Ediciones Valparaíso, USA