Poem… ¿what inspires me?

¿what inspires me?

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

island mountains against my small existence
a palm tree’s sensual sway
and the atlantic nights that drown my arrogance
caribbean breezes hissing through banana leaves their say
and the nostalgia of their vital scent from far away
the scorching sun against my skin over warm sands
while sea waves season me with foam and salt
and the way guava ignites the ocean’s salivary glands
the little frogs’ shrill song followed by their indiscretions
the moon’s kiss of rum and sugarcane
and night’s surrender to coffee passions:
the sweet and bitter darkness that humid skies can’t tame

¿what inspires me? will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–


Poem… The Undelivered Kiss

The Undelivered Kiss

(translation|modification of El Beso que Nunca Entregó)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

How many times did he see her pass? I don’t know.
He wanted to call her; but his courage gave.
For this reason, I’ll always remember
the undelivered kiss.

She became his princess,
a specter, an ideal.
Because he didn’t reach her, I remember
the undelivered kiss.

She believed that like a soft moon
she went unnoticed.
She didn’t know he existed
and that the light she projected
was really meant for him;
yet he hid his acquiescent face
and suffered in the depths of his soul
the undelivered kiss.

The most painful of days…
Seeing you, not alone, and in good company;
holding hands, coquette, and with your new husband
of perfect build and elegant face.

What a terrible day he suffered!
You toppled the altar where he worshipped you.
Watching you pass with another,
he felt your daggers pierce through him.

His affections climbed toward the mountain’s summit,
where he rested and pondered:
anticipating the future from his present and past,
his love whispered that it wanted rest.

Extending his wings… the poor mortal
Descending and floating… the stranger who loved you
Into his abyss… unable to fly
because of an undelivered kiss.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

Poem… Blue and Stolen Sky

Blue and Stolen Sky

(translation|modification of Cielo Azul Hurtado)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Over mountains in my native land,
eagles soar higher than the moon.
With grace, Agüeybaná intends to reach
his right to freedom and fortune.

Against the plains of my native land,
subjugated lizards drag their bellies.
Their cries are prayers
under the blue and stolen sky.

People under the blue and stolen sky,
where eagles fly over the moon
and lizards moan with enslaved weeping:
Choose freedom and its fortune!


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

Poem… Mystical World of Hayuya

Mystical World of Hayuya

(translation|modification of Mundo Místico de Hayuya)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

I hope to take you to another world,
enveloped and drowned in haze;
and immerse you in the deep
of its sky and sea of foam.

It’s a land of enchantment:
where winged sheep fly
and serpents provoke no fears.
Under a splendorous star,

the realm will possess you fondly.
The subsky is strawberry,
clouds dress with cotton,
and every day is a surprise.

In its center, a town sleeps.
Mountains surround it.
With its eyes, it wants to see me
and hold you in its heart.

¡Come! Abandon this foreign land
that you can’t call yours.
I’ll be El Cid and you… My Queen
Our empire… Green-Hayuya


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

Poem: ¿what inspires me?

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¿what inspires me?

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 31, 2018–
méxico city, méxico


island mountains against my small existence
a palm tree’s sensual sway
and the atlantic nights that drown my arrogance

caribbean breezes hissing through banana leaves their say
and the nostalgia of their vital scent from far away

the scorching sun against my skin over warm sands
while sea waves season me with foam and salt
and the way guava ignites the ocean’s salivary glands

the little frogs’ shrill song followed by their indiscretions
the moon’s kiss of rum and sugarcane
and night’s surrender to coffee passions:
the sweet and bitter darkness that humid skies can’t tame