por la precisión

supe que el tiro

vino de dentro


for accuracy

I knew the shot

came from inside


me oculto en la rutina   sonrío    reparto tarjetas de visita

hablo con corrección    invento vg1

el maniquí

para un traje oscuro y elegante              sólo yo

oigo en la rotura separarse el hueso


hiding behind routine     I smile     I deliver visiting cards

I talk smartly     I invent

the mannequin

for a dark and elegant suit         just me

I hear in the crack the bone breaking apart


aprieto el puño   abro la mano   y  espolvoreo luz

abro la mano    cierro el puño     y amaso sombra


I press my fist      open my hand      and sprinkle the light

I open my hand    close my fist        and mash shades


se escribe sin sílabas

el dolor intraducible

otra manera no conoce

la mano de serle fiel


It is written lacking syllables

the untranslatable pain

otherwise unknown

hand to be faithful


donde no entendí                      calme mi sed

where I did not get it          quench my thirst


―¿cómo se llama lo antes de desnudo?―

  • What’s the word for that before naked?-


En la discordia de la luz y el cuerpo ―viejos topos― hemos tropezado con las claridades

Between the disharmony of light and body – old moles – we came across open fields


semillas     caían por un roto

de un accidente y sin posterior memoria

acá en el solar    entre escombros y huesos

calcinados       unas malas yerbas no


las amarillas flores que he recogido

para ti


seeds                   were falling by a crack

of an accident and lacking further memory

here at the field               between bones and weeds

burned                a few weeds cannot


the yellow flowers that I collected

for you


ölderin y Hegel han mamado de la Cierva

pero sólo uno se contuvo de encerrarla en un establo

(lo transgresor no es la panacea aunque la panacea sea

transgresora    decía de madrugada amasando harina)

Hölderlin and Hegel have sucked from the Hind

but just one could refrain from locking her in a barn

(transgression is not panacea even though panacea may be

transgressive                    said at dawn kneading flour)


los carpinteros e ingenieros no acaban el puente    no

encuentran madera que no esté quemada o podrida por la humedad

rota    rotar de días inútiles

y sin puentes no hay poesía


carpenters and engineers do not finish the bridge                they don’t

find unburned wood or rotted by humidity

broken                 the spinning of useless days

and lacking bridges there’s no poetry

Translated by Gabriel T. Chalk

About author

Viktor Gómez Valentinos
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Víktor Gómez (Madrid, 1967), lives in Valencia. Poet, publisher and cultural events coordinator. Latest publications, in October 2016: Otro decir por decir, seguido de Entredecir, libro a cuatro manos con la artista plástica Nathalie Bellón, que inaugura la Colección PoeNoemas (Tigres de papel). In 2013 his poetry collection Pobreza was shortlisted for the prestigious Premio de la Crítica en la Comunidad de Madrid.

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