The Days - A Tribute to Juan Parra's poetic Reig (in English and Spanish)

English version

Days

(Ode to Juan Parra of Reig)

I

Over the years, knowing that you're dead,
I sat in two chairs hard-pillowed,
Discover the windows, a sad
With melancholy man, try restarting
Those days where you have lived your poetry
(In translation, editing, and selecting the best)
Now that his childhood like mine, the sun was
Brought ambition, from earth to heaven,
Ominous days, with the inspiration to share;
I livenow, but you feel dead.

II

Today, like every day, I think
If you knew, waited for death,
How do I do now. The sky is overcast,
(I heard the rain shaking splash
The cars have their engines in life) -
And the dashboard, like a river off course, now
This is my air time
Since most vibrant images,
It seems lifeless, no movement, now:
Land, river and sky, we merge the
Splash is gone. And so is mypain.
Everything is smothered by me, but you
(So I can write this poetic homage).
My memories are (were), I found
The day in which he lived, the key to your poetry;
The cabinet hidden secret that as a poet.

III

I think of all you did when you lived
(That is, everything you've written, and perhaps have written
And the fact of death can be undone ... desperation)
There has been very promising in youth
Years - they wanted to keep the color of autumn leaves
In yourFace, inspiring the wind, and forests
And the silence of sterile hummingbirds.

None of them had such a promise or not
Cesar Vallejo, Borges or Yeats,
Or Keats, Georg Trakl or Pablo Neruda.
Your rhythm and rhyme, charming scoundrel
Model and structure of sound, meter and verse,
Accents line-syllabic, all gave moving
If Windows in the rain, hard and soft ... with
Disarming grace, yeah, oh yeah, you were grease,
Like Homer, the construction of a woodhorse
To deceive and destroy Troy!
In the era of Symbolism and Modernism.

It 'was, it was unfortunate in his blood?
Not only because it was all passion
He was taken in the middle of the road? By Death!
Is reduced to nothing, but still
She wrote poems, an hour before he died!
She has lived outside of boredom sad regret.
You have not discourage all love, the rhythm of your heart,
Blanca Luz Brum was not luck cold ...

Your slowdeath, in the shape of your outlook on life
There was blood in it, but instead
But I made one that looks and written
Your poem in stone, in the end, only ...

IV

Your poem has six survived, and one blind eye.
Your poem Parra, who has survived boot-rowed
Long ago, in Montevideo and
Living the painting that hung in the room
Where you sat by a table-THE LAST final hours
Before he died (and one with Blanca LuzAmigo) ...

I see the sadness on her face young, drunk
With the loss, looking for some unconscious level, and hid in
Desolation, despair, his mouth open in horror,
Eyes stand for hours in the haunted house next door, yearning
Face, full of shame ... for helpless!
She loves hard on his chair, legs crossed and a half
Breathing slowly, she will be soon, they have to endure.

V

Blanca and Juan Amigo, came to him now
Of his humiliation, but notagain
In the last hours of the night in a sad self-
Disgusting, Juan, nothing to hide,
Blanch He heard shouting: "I'm lost. But you're worse!"
Perhaps death is not in possession of their dominance.
But this night, the lights were lowered,
It was an hour later,
And when the lights went out,

then the dissipation of the night is over ...

Anyone worn out, utterly poverty
And the two hours he knew the world robbed!

VI

I know, andhave heard read the bare fact
Of your death, the word stuck in my head -
The death chamber in that proud,
Lockdown of sky and clouds,
Only the quiet mind, cast off
Moment by moment, and then Illume
Those with loved ones by your side
...

The hours that you and I know now
Even if you've been dead for over eighty
Nor remove my poem, a tribute to you,
Neither forgiveness if my words offend ...
Like you, I saw thethe moonlight, gliding
, And the tide of the sea and the waves
Lost on the sandy shore, as it
Even if you succumb to the darkness has come;
I hope I'm strong like you (when my death comes)
Although I can not promise what I can give ...

and your reputation has exceeded O'dark!
You have become light!

Posted on 12/24/2008 (morning), Huancayo, Peru, No: 2533

Spanish Vrsion

Los Días
Por Dr. Dennis L. Siluk, Poet Ed.D (Laureado)

(Tribute to Juan Parra of Riego)

I

Todo el año, que estas sabiendo Muerto,
Sentado me a cojines with Sillon en dos,
Mirando por la Ventana, sad estandar
With Melancolía humana, the entry revivir
Aquellos días en que viviste between Poesias
(Traduciendolas, editándolas between seleccionar y mejores)
Días como cuando you my Juventud, el sol sintieron
Llevarambición, desde la tierra hasta el cielo,
Sinie deck días, para compartir with Inspiracion;
Ahora los alive, but Siento los tuyos en la muerte.

II

Hoy, es como otro día, supongo
A vez como Tú the supiste, esperada muerte,
Como yo him if Ahora. El cielo está nublado,
(Estremecedora Escucha la lluvia, las salpicaduras
Mientras Pasan los Carros, ruidosos sus motores)
Y en la Prisa, the UN Fuera como Ríocurso, Ahora
Es el Momento cuando el aire
Mind vida llena de imagenes main and estandar,
Aparece sin vida, sin Movimiento, Ahora:
Earth, sky y Río, nos amos fusion welding
Salpicaduras if han ido. Y también me tristeza.
Ahogado es todo en mi, but you no
(Por Eso puedo escriba Este poetic tribute)
Emergency Mis Memorias (ELLOS with), he encontrado
Los días que tú viviste, La Llave a Tus Poesias:
Elarmario Escondite secreto que como poet.

III

And Hiciste todo lo que pienso, cuando viviste
(Es decir, todo lo que escriba escriba y pudiste
Y hecho antes que la muerte llevara to ... desesperación)
Hubo Mucha promesa en tus años
reserva enthusiastic Jóvenes-tu, el color de las hojas otoño the
en tu dear, inhaling the viento, y Bosques
Silencio and pica desnudo y los Flores.

Ninguno entonces Tuvo many promesa, noAun
Cesar Vallejo, Borges O, aun no Yeats,
Kyats O, George Trakl, and Pablo Neruda.
Tu Ritmo y Rima, Smart Encanto,
Sonido of modelo y estructura, medida y to,
acentuadas Silábicas Líneas, todo Daban Movimiento
Cristales como en la Lluvia, y fuerza cayendo with sweet ... with
Desarmada Gracia, yeah, yeah, or audaz fuiste tú,
Como Homero, construyendo on Caballo de madera
¡Para destruir a y Lueg EnganTroya!
Y en la Edad symbolism of Modernism.

ESTO estaba en tu sangre desafortunada ¿cierto?
Porque sólo esa Falla wine Toda Pasión
Estaba Siendo quitada a Mitad del recorrido ¡Por la muerte!
For a redujiste tú nada, but aun
Poetry Escribano you, you ¡A hora antes de muerte!
Viviste tú Mas Alla Sombrio aburrimiento of the Pesaro.
Tu No one afligiste NingunAmor, los Latidos Tu Corazon,
Blanca Luz Brum Fueron more ...
Slow Tu muerte, you moldeó mirada sobre la vida
Inside the Sangre habia esa Mirada Ciega,
Pero hizo ESTO A, escriba too hizo mirar y
You Piedra poetry and, at the end, alone ...

IV

You sobrevivido poetry ha, ya esa Mirada Ciega.
You Poetry, Parra, has sobrevivido aquel que-Bote remaste
Mucho Tiempo ago, and y Montevideoesta
Sobrevivirá a la pintura en la colgada than you Cuarto
For sentaste whence a mesa cerca de las Últimas hours ago
Antes de muerte you (with a amigo y Blanca Luz) ...

Veo el dolor en su dear Joven, embriagada
With Perdida, buscando algún Lugar tranquilo, para esconderse
En desolación, abatida, Como boquiabierta SI and horror,
Mirando ojos, porque está la hora atribulada search,
desgarradora Cara, llena the desgraciar ...¡Por ser helpless!
If she Agarre Fuerte de su Silla, sus piernas medias cruzadas,
Breathing slowly, ready Ella sabe, lo que debe Sufre the.

V

Blanca y el amigo de Juan estuvieron cerca de El La Hora
The degradación up Aunque el no se hacia ellos volteó
Últimas hours ago and read de la noche, ellos a sad and
Auto aversion, Juan, sin nada que oculta,
El Oyo grita a Blanca, "Estoy Perdida, butTú estas peor "
Talvez el poseía not a Moribund domínios expensive
Pero esta noche, las Luces Esteban Bajas,
It was La Ultima Hora
Y las Luces apagaron if Lueger,

disipación entonces la Noche de la paso ....

Todos rendidos and complete lack
Los Dos supieron Y ahora, el mundo ¡if private!

VI

Oido Sabiendo y habiendo, Leído sobre la verdad desnuda
Tu Muerte, La Palabra en mi persistsCabeza-
Muerte ESE and tormenting Cuarto,
Cerrado fuertemente, Nubes y desde el cielo,
pensamientos Sólo silenciosos, the echados
Momento a Momento, para más late Iluminar
You lado por aquellos seres with AMADOS
...

Las que tú y yo conocemos hours ago Ahora,
A pesar Que Tu estas muerto mas de ochenta años,
Puma termination ni mi, United Nations Tribute Para Ti,
Forgive ni, mis palabras, SI ofenden ellas ...
ComoYou, Seen him la luz de la luna, deslizarse
Encima, y sobre la Marea del mar, y Las Olas
Perdidas Orillas arenosas and read, if Mientras ellas retiran
Nunca para ellos aun cuando sucumbir has llegado a la oscuridad;
Espero que yo sea Fuerte Como Tu (I muerte cuando llegue)
Aunque no lo que no puedo puedo eater give prom ...

Y Ahora a TU superada Fame, oscuridad ¡oh!

¡Tú must transformado and Luz!

Escrito en el-1924-2008 to Decembermañana, and Huancayo, Peru. NRO. 2533

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