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- Biographical information
- Closing My Eyes
- Go Away
- How Lonely You Were Inside
- I Just Know That I Live In Me
- Loneliness Without Forgetfulness
- The Flight
- Transparencies
- Wickedness
- Your Words
Biographical information- Name: Manuel Altolaguirre Bolín
Place and date of birth: Malaga (Spain); June 29, 1905
Place and date of death: Burgos (Spain); July 26, 1959 (aged 54)- Closing My Eyes
- I do escape from the wrong that angers me
Looking for the well I need.
More than the hardships I have
My hopes do hurt me.
Tempests of desires
Against the walls of dawn
Break their waves. Tumults
That rise blind me.
Nest in the sea. Cradle floating.
The flower that fights in the water
Sustains me in the deep sea
And throws me out of the sea.
I close my eyes and I look
The inner time that sings.
Go Away- My dream has no place
For you to live inside. There is no place.
Everything is a dream. You would disappear.
Go and live far away,
You that are alive. If my thoughs were
Of iron or stone
You would stay here.
But they are fire and clouds,
What the world was in the beginning,
When nobody on it was alive.
You cannot live here. There is no place.
My dreams would burn you.
How Lonely You Were Inside- When I leaned out to your lips
A red tunnel of blood,
Dark and sad, collapsed
Until the bottom of your soul.
When my kiss penetrated,
Its heat and its light gave
Tremors and frights
To your surprised meat.
From then the roads
That drive to your soul
You don't want them to be deserted.
How many arrows, fish, birds,
How many caresses and kisses!.
I Just Know That I Live In Me- I just know that I live in me
And I´ll never know who I am,
I don´t know where I´m going
Or how long will I stay here.
Dressed of life or death,
Or naked without dying
Behind the walls of this castle
That is my life.
Or free flying the sepulchral
Limits of the sky
Tearing grey veils,
Unknowing my future, my ends.
I don´t know what prison will hold me
Neither what freedom I am looking for
Nor into what river my life will run
When I die.
Loneliness Without Forgetfulness- What a sadness today!
I have told everything,
Overturning completely
What weighed so much,
And see then that everything
Always stays inside.
That the words were
Deceiving mirrors,
Inhabited glasses
For breathless ghosts;
That everything stays inside
With their dark presences,
Insistent, hurting.
The Flight- When seeing where you do escape
Blissful I would change
The interior paths of your soul
For those of cheerful fields.
If your flight would be
Over green roads
And on the foams,
And you could be seen in my eyes,
I would know how to follow you.
Not toward inside you,
Where you go into,
When wanting to follow you
I crash against the walls of your body.
Not toward inside you,
Because we are not:
You, pale, hidden,
Me as waiting in front of a door,
Before your cold chest.
Transparencies- I did right when I hurt you,
Unknown woman.
When hugging you then
In a different way,
How true love,
The only one, we felt!.
As the piece of furniture and the cloth, your nude
Had no longer importance below the air,
Under the soul, under our souls.
We no longer understood about that.
It was the floor of a celestial
Environment, imponderable.
We were transparencies
Sublime, hot.
Wickedness- The silence is you.
Full as a dark thing,
Incalculable
As a great plain
Deserted, lonely,
Without music of palms,
Without flowers, without words.
For my attentive hearing
You are deep night
Without possible dawns.
I won't hear the light of the day,
Because your obstinate pride,
Blond and high, impedes it.
The silence is you:
Petrified body.
Your Words- Resting on my shoulder
You are my right wing.
As if you opened
Your soft black feathers,
Your words to a white
Heaven elevate me.
Exaltation. Silence.
Sat down I am on my chair,
Bleeding my shoulder,
Hurting me your absence.