Wednesday, November 11, 2009

How Can I Make A Dummy Phone To Work



, the emotions in English
Poems by Joselon, emotions in Inglés (not a translation)


Mountain Mine

Contemplating the mountain, sitting on my door step,
I Was Overwhelmed by tenderness, as I Heard What She Had to tell.

To all men under the sun, to the kings of the earth,
She cared and loved them all, just as from her womb
Children Without measure
Fruits grow in her rugged hands, her stone heart
springs From the river and the well. How many suns

Have shone upon her tracks and Ways
How many men Have come, tallied and faded away.

Her skin bears the imprint WHERE
men toile Have Her face all burned up and her womb Sorely Violated

OH MY MOUNTAIN SLEEP. SLEEP AT LEAST FOR A SHORT WHILE. OH MY SLEEP

MOUTAIN.WHILE I SING FOR YOU THIS LULABYE.



Mountain Mia

On my door I sat down to contemplate the mountain
and fill me with tenderness to hear what he had.

No king on earth or vassal under the sun, do not take care
which child born of her womb.

In his heart of stone, flowing water that gives life
and rough hands, born not far off.

many suns shone their paths and trails
many men has arrived, walked a while and then went
.

Her skin bears the imprint that the man is leaving,
burns on her face and breasts marred. Sleep

MOUNTAIN! Sleep
EVEN ONE TIME! Delens

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