In the Prologue, Joaquín Sánchez Vallés states that this collection of poems “is a small singing bird similar to the goldfinch.” And he says this not only because the author has a habit of grounding his verses in images of nature, but also because Fernando Sarría finds in that milieu the symbols of life that will later populate his poems.
Here at Zenda we offer five poems from El vuelo del lúgano (Olifante), by Fernando Sarría.
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It is
the rain wide,
it travels through us from childhood
to the last memory.
Only a blaze of brushwood
kindles its brief flame in the middle of the night.
Fleeting and unpredictable,
like all that is good,
it keeps us expectant
of a new moment
where we might meet again.
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It is
possible to loosen and get lost,
to leave behind the damp traces
of your bare feet
on the slabs of dark slate
that rise up to a small cliff.t
You look into the distance,
the expanse of the ocean waiting for you.
You crouch on the edge,
against the sea breeze,
you close your eyes and the sun gleams on your lids.
This moment will remain unforgettable
until your memory is only
a blue line across life.
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A
night express crosses your sleeplessness
leaving wisps of voices and memories,
unforgettable flashes
from which syllables, words,
verses that must endure,
sooner or later,
are carried by your hand into the poems.
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I
linger over simple and intranscendent things.
The movement, for example, of the leaves
dry from the trees, fallen in autumn,
stirred by the wind.
There are no reasons I can argue
to demonstrate their importance,
nor their interest for other gazes,
but I find in those images
a certain sense of the becoming of life.
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I go through
one by one,
the verbs that kill me,
treating them as I treat all the words
that live inside me.
There is no rest,
but I know how to dismantle certain walls
that I could never cross…
Perhaps it is age,
or simply my strategies
to survive myself.
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Author: Fernando Sarría. Title: El vuelo del lúgano. Publisher: Olifante. Purchase: Todos tus libros.
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