Aureliano Carvajal

Aureliano Carvajal is a mexican poet. His work has been published in mexican and american journals such as Círculo de Poesía and Río Grande Review. He now works as Feature Editor in mexican videogame magazine Atomix. He tweets at @AureCarvajal

 

Translation by Sergio Eduardo Cruz.  Sergio Eduardo Cruz (1994) is a Mexican poet and translator. Recently, he has published his translations of Chinese poet Duo Duo in the book Promesas: Poesía escogida, edited by Valparaíso Ediciones. He lives and works in Mexico City.

 

 

Frutos de aire colorido (Toma 53)

 

Fue domingo el día en que te llevé al parque

ppppppppppppppppppppppppp(aquella mañana:)

pppppppppppppppppppppppppcuando ese parque se hizo globo ante tus ojos.

Frente al vendedor Miausaurio dijo

 

que esos globos eran peces

pppp(o pájaros globificados)

 

pppppqueriendo desatar sus colas.

Con el hilo de su globo bien ceñido

pppppppppppppp(una o dos tres veces)

 

se revolvió Miausaurio sobre sí misma

ppppppppppppppbuscándose

pppppppppppppp(a tu gusto)

su novena pata

o quinta cola.

Cuando ese parque se hizo globo ante tus ojos preguntaste:

Si por esta nuestra boca

ppppppppppppppp(aaaaaaaaaaah)

también aire soplamos

ppppppppppppppp(aaaaaaaaaaah)

qué listón he de cortar

ppppppppppppppp(uuuuuuuuuh)

pppppppppppppppppara ser globo liberado.

 

 

ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp(uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)

Interesada por descubrir el curso elevativo

Miausaurio cuestionó a

ppppcosas

pppppppy más cosas

sin saber qué las detenía.

Y en el parque todos somos globos

pppppppppppppppppppppp(despajarificados)

y yo termino por buscar el hilo que en secreto me ha evitado las alturas.

Por pura ciencia Miausaurio liberó su globo

por error el vendedor sus peces:

y aquello era el vitral que, al partirse,

revienta con sus coros

el caleidoscopio del sonido.

Contradicha lluvia,

pppppppppppp(uuuuuuuuuh)

escalera de peces,

pppppppppppp(uuuuuuuh)

frutos de aire colorido y

pppppppppppppp(allá va)

ppppppppppppp(aaaaaaaaah)

Miausaurio huyéndose del parque

ppppppppppppppppppppppppp(y tú detrás.)

ppppppppppppppppppppppppp(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

Cuando en ese parque fuimos globos por tus ojos:

sorprendidas volaron contigo

cosas y más cosas.

Aquello era un espumoso viaje,

todos los colores se vieron desde el cielo y Miausaurio.

(¿y Miausaurio?)

¿A dónde fuiste Miausaurio?

¿te habrán llevado los globos?

¿Acaso ya volando

rodeada de cosas que son pájaros que son cosas?

¿Seguirás dormida?

 

 

Fruits of colored air (Take 53)

 

It was a Sunday when I took you to the park

ppppp(that morning:)

pppppwhen that park turned into a balloon in front of your eyes.

Facing the balloonmonger, Meowsaurus said

 

that those balloons where fishes

ppppp(or balloonified birds)

pppppppppptrying to unravel their tails.

 

With the thread of its balloon perfectly tight

ppppppppp(once or twice or thrice)

Meowsaurus moved around herself

ppppplooking for herself

ppppp(at your pleasure)

moving her ninth foot

or fifth tail.

 

When that park turned into a balloon in front of your eyes, you asked

If it were from this our mouth

ppppp(aaaaaaaaaaaaaoohhhhhhhh)

That we swallowed air

ppppp(aaaaaaaaaaaaaooohhhhhh)

and what thread should I cut

pppppppppp(oooooooaaauuuuhhhhhhh)

ppppppppppto be a balloon set free.

pppppppppppppppppppp(oooooooooaaaaaaauuhhhh)

 

Given her interest for discovering the course for elevation

Meowsaurus questioned

pppppthings

pppppand more

pppppthings

without knowing what held them.

 

In the park we are all balloons

ppppp(unbirdified balloons)

and I end up looking for a thread with which to secretly avoid heights.

For the sake of science,

Meowsaurus set her balloon free

and the fishmonger set his fish free

by mistake:

Such was the glass mural breaking away

cracking the kaleidoscope of sound

with its choirs.

 

Rain against itself said

ppppp(oooooaaauuhhhhhh)

fishfilled stair

ppppp(oooooaaauuuuhhhhhh)

fruits of colored air and

ppppp(there it goes)

ppppp(aaaaaaaaouhhhhhh)

Meowsaurus running herself from the park

ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp(you are behind)

ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp(oooooaaaauuhhhhhh)

When in this park we were ballooning through your eyes:

Things flew with you, surprised,

more and more things,

surprised.

 

And that was a foamy journey,

all colors looked at themselves from the sky and Meowsaurus

(where was Meowsaurus?)

 

Where have you gone, Meowsaurus?

Have the balloons taken you up?

Are you flying already

surrounded by things that are birds that are things?

 

Are you still sleeping?

 

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