Ouverture for Samira
(fragments)
Eric Ponty
I–p / Samira
The time didn't take your
face
I sculpted it so that more
triplet
I melted him as your
image...
I see you as a continent,
past and your present...
It is sweet as the pulp of the
fruit
that emerges of the
spring...
1
I want to sing you as the
spring
that it flows with its aromatic
effluviums,
they pass and they overstep for
the time
for the landscape that was
immerged.
I want to sing you with the
spring
adensada for the songs of the
birds
submerged in its basic
initials
as unexplored petals of a
flower.
2
Your silence transfigures in
the afternoon
that melancholic it hides
inside of the groan,
of one time that was discovered
past,
unable to dialogue with the
present.
Your silence is a dialogue
without speech
an ouverture that plays the
infinite,
shade that hides the own
afternoon.
3
I try to keep your name
as an angelical enigma
the latitude of your
dimension
in the transformation of the
desire.
I try to find, the meaning,
to transfigure the legend that
it was forgotten,
to unfold of the future for the
past,
where its complement was
revealed I unite.
4
In the legend your name was
registered,
a history that transcends your
speech,
that narrated us as it was the
beginning
where jumped the color of your
hair.
The history is permeated
where princesses were
submerged
in the other landscapes
advindas of another legends.
5
Nude is the source that flows
infinite statue that makes
sleepy
sôfrega in your glance that
murmurs,
beautiful oasis of a deserted
embrumecido.
Nude is the fog of a sea,
that it hides the blue sky of
the afternoon,
that plays the torrid sand that
burns.
6
I think of the reflex of your
hair,
as waves that they are broken
against the beach,
where the castles of sand are
ended.
I think of the effluvium of
your hair,
where the aroma reminds the
dense forest
that is still hidden by your
dreams.
7
I think of the density of the
night
that hides its clear face
as a dense night veil.
I think of the clarity of the
moon
that simulates the reflex of
your face
lit up in the afternoon that are
ended.