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| Noon Saint-Rémy, 1980 Vincent van Gogh París, Musée d'Orsay |
I KNOW I’M ALIVE . . .
By Jorge Gaitán Durán
Translated from Spanish by Dina Moscovici
I know I’m alive on this beautiful day
laying beside you. It’s summer.
Heated fruits in your hand
pour their thick odor at midday.
Before we laid down here, this radiant
world didn’t exist. Never in vain
we tore away from desire
the human love that defies the stars!
I run naked towards the blue of the sea.
I return to you like I return to the sun and I knot myself in you,
I’m born in the splendor of knowing you.
I feel the sweat of the siesta.
We drink red wine. This is the feast
in which we remember death the most.
laying beside you. It’s summer.
Heated fruits in your hand
pour their thick odor at midday.
Before we laid down here, this radiant
world didn’t exist. Never in vain
we tore away from desire
the human love that defies the stars!
I run naked towards the blue of the sea.
I return to you like I return to the sun and I knot myself in you,
I’m born in the splendor of knowing you.
I feel the sweat of the siesta.
We drink red wine. This is the feast
in which we remember death the most.
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