Бейя Клара Вентура. Колумбия. Гость
``````````````````````````````````Bella Clara Ventura
``````````````````````(del libro “Paz, sicaria de la lagrima”)
```````````````````````````````````````VISITANTE
``````````````````````````````De una estrella lejana cai
````````````````````````````````al vientre de mi madre.
``````````````````````````````````Me hice a sus aguas,
`````````````````````````````````en c;moda residencia.
`````````````````````````````````Para divertirme flote.
```````````````````````````````````Nade a mis anchas.
``````````````````````````````````````Me pregunte
``````````````````````````si al salir encontrar;a un mundo
`````````````````````````````tan protegido como el mio
`````````````````````````sin pagos ni angustias del cotidiano?
`````````````````````````````Confianza tuve en el proceso.
``````````````````````````````Sali de cabeza como misil.
`````````````````````````````````Destino: la Tierra.
```````````````````````El primer grito anuncio dificultades:
````````````````````````fr;o, desprendimiento, ruidos
```````````````````````y una quejumbrosa sensaci;n de abandono.
````````````````````````Ya casi vislumbrando la luz del t;nel,
`````````````````````````````````````me pregunto
````````````````````````````que se hace con la existencia?
``````````````````````````````cuando del sufrir se carga
``````````````````````al tomar los dias el color de la desdicha.
```````````````````Incapacidad de transformar tristezas en alegrias.
````````````````````````Laboratorio mental a la merced de todos.
``````````````Interrogo a mi progenitora, a m; misma y otras parturientas
``````````````por que traer al mundo cr;os si los sabemos en desventaja?
```````````````````````````````````Surgen respuestas.
```````````````````````La esperanza es lo ultimo que se pierde.
``````````````````````Cada nino trae en s; la voz del alquimista
``````````````````````````````cuando entendemos que somos
````````````````````````````visitantes de un hogar de paso
```````````````````````````````que clama la NO violencia
````````````````````````````para fluir con sus movimientos
````````````````a ritmo de salsa, merengue, rock, pasodoble, vals
``````````````````````````o de un bolero mejilla a mejilla.
```````````````````````Pareja conformada por anfitri;n y huesped
````````````````````````````danzando el universo en sol mayor
`````````````````````````````con notas de paz en los cuerpos.
``````````````````````````````По мотивам Бейи Клары Вентуры
```````````````````````````````````````````ГОСТЬ
````````````````(Свидетельство о публикации распространяется только на перевод)
`````````````````Литературный перевод с испанского О. Шаховской (Пономаревой)
```````````````````````````````От дальней звезды до меня
`````````````````````````````````доходит дыхание мамы,
````````````````````````````````и сердце добреет, храня,
```````````````````````````````заветная веточка – память.
``````````````````````````````````Себя я сделала сама,
``````````````````````````````в удобном доме, хорошо живу.
```````````````````````````````Могу позволить развлеченья,
`````````````````````````````````пока фортуна на плаву,
```````````````````````````````и почва под ногами твёрдая,
``````````````````````````````````иду по жизни гордо я.
````````````````````````````````Меня спросила ты, родная,
```````````````````````````````мир этот издалёка привечая:
``````````````````````````?… он больше защищённый, чем при мне,
``````````````````````````и без тоски, и без тревоги повседневной,
```````````````````````````````````забыли люди о войне,
```````````````````````````````не существует больше гнева?
`````````````````````````Ты веришь в то, что правильно вела дела,
````````````````````````````````и голову свою ты не теряла,
````````````````````````````````прямой дорогой к цели шла
```````````````````````````````и делать доброе не уставала??
````````````````````````````````````Судьба моя – земля!
```````````````````````А первый крик о трудностях великих возвестил:
`````````````````````````о холоде и шуме,… от матери отдельно я,
````````````````````````````````но мало в хрупком теле сил,
````````````````````````````````незащищённость беспредельна,
``````````````````````````````был робкий свет в конце тоннеля.
````````````````````````````Я спрашиваю почему, зачем даётся бытие,
``````````````````````````````когда страданья лишь оно приносит,
````````````````````````````````ты собираешь их в печалей питие,
``````````````````````````они и в радость и разрывают сердце в лоскут.
``````````````````````````````Лаборатория мышления доступна всем.
``````````````````````````````Праматерь спрашиваю всех родивших:
````````````````````````````На свет несовершенный мы пришли зачем?
```````````````````````````````Молчат… Наверное, по Воле Высшей.
```````````````````````````````Фонтаном брызг слова взметнулись:
`````````````````````````````?…но ожидание – последнее, что просят.
`````````````````````````````Под сердцем мамочка ребёнка долго носит,
````````````````````````и он рождается тогда, когда Господь её коснётся,
`````````````````````````````````````благословляя, улыбнётся.
```````````````````````````````Зачат в любви, и мы его желаем очень,
``````````````````````````чтоб долгожданным гостем в наш очаг семейный…,
``````````````````````````````````волнуемся, готовимся, хлопочем,
`````````````````````````````````и с пиететом говорим благоговейно…
````````````````````````````````А время в ритме сальсы, вальса, рока…,
```````````````````````````````как болеро, к щеке тихонечко прижалось,
```````````````````````````````````````когда осталось недалёко…
```````````````````````````````````````Родители витают в грёзах:
`````````````````````````````````````какой приём им гостю оказать,
```````````````````````````````И слёзы радости спешит вселенная смахнуть,
```````````````````````````````````````с улыбкой пляшет хабанеру,
``````````````````````````````````````и солнышко, свой начиная путь,
````````````````````````````````````известие по миру доставляет первым
``````````````````````````````````````````и штатским, и военным
````````````````````````````````````о новом госте маленьком, бесценном!
05.07.12
``````````````````````(del libro “Paz, sicaria de la lagrima”)
```````````````````````````````````````VISITANTE
``````````````````````````````De una estrella lejana cai
````````````````````````````````al vientre de mi madre.
``````````````````````````````````Me hice a sus aguas,
`````````````````````````````````en c;moda residencia.
`````````````````````````````````Para divertirme flote.
```````````````````````````````````Nade a mis anchas.
``````````````````````````````````````Me pregunte
``````````````````````````si al salir encontrar;a un mundo
`````````````````````````````tan protegido como el mio
`````````````````````````sin pagos ni angustias del cotidiano?
`````````````````````````````Confianza tuve en el proceso.
``````````````````````````````Sali de cabeza como misil.
`````````````````````````````````Destino: la Tierra.
```````````````````````El primer grito anuncio dificultades:
````````````````````````fr;o, desprendimiento, ruidos
```````````````````````y una quejumbrosa sensaci;n de abandono.
````````````````````````Ya casi vislumbrando la luz del t;nel,
`````````````````````````````````````me pregunto
````````````````````````````que se hace con la existencia?
``````````````````````````````cuando del sufrir se carga
``````````````````````al tomar los dias el color de la desdicha.
```````````````````Incapacidad de transformar tristezas en alegrias.
````````````````````````Laboratorio mental a la merced de todos.
``````````````Interrogo a mi progenitora, a m; misma y otras parturientas
``````````````por que traer al mundo cr;os si los sabemos en desventaja?
```````````````````````````````````Surgen respuestas.
```````````````````````La esperanza es lo ultimo que se pierde.
``````````````````````Cada nino trae en s; la voz del alquimista
``````````````````````````````cuando entendemos que somos
````````````````````````````visitantes de un hogar de paso
```````````````````````````````que clama la NO violencia
````````````````````````````para fluir con sus movimientos
````````````````a ritmo de salsa, merengue, rock, pasodoble, vals
``````````````````````````o de un bolero mejilla a mejilla.
```````````````````````Pareja conformada por anfitri;n y huesped
````````````````````````````danzando el universo en sol mayor
`````````````````````````````con notas de paz en los cuerpos.
``````````````````````````````По мотивам Бейи Клары Вентуры
```````````````````````````````````````````ГОСТЬ
````````````````(Свидетельство о публикации распространяется только на перевод)
`````````````````Литературный перевод с испанского О. Шаховской (Пономаревой)
```````````````````````````````От дальней звезды до меня
`````````````````````````````````доходит дыхание мамы,
````````````````````````````````и сердце добреет, храня,
```````````````````````````````заветная веточка – память.
``````````````````````````````````Себя я сделала сама,
``````````````````````````````в удобном доме, хорошо живу.
```````````````````````````````Могу позволить развлеченья,
`````````````````````````````````пока фортуна на плаву,
```````````````````````````````и почва под ногами твёрдая,
``````````````````````````````````иду по жизни гордо я.
````````````````````````````````Меня спросила ты, родная,
```````````````````````````````мир этот издалёка привечая:
``````````````````````````?… он больше защищённый, чем при мне,
``````````````````````````и без тоски, и без тревоги повседневной,
```````````````````````````````````забыли люди о войне,
```````````````````````````````не существует больше гнева?
`````````````````````````Ты веришь в то, что правильно вела дела,
````````````````````````````````и голову свою ты не теряла,
````````````````````````````````прямой дорогой к цели шла
```````````````````````````````и делать доброе не уставала??
````````````````````````````````````Судьба моя – земля!
```````````````````````А первый крик о трудностях великих возвестил:
`````````````````````````о холоде и шуме,… от матери отдельно я,
````````````````````````````````но мало в хрупком теле сил,
````````````````````````````````незащищённость беспредельна,
``````````````````````````````был робкий свет в конце тоннеля.
````````````````````````````Я спрашиваю почему, зачем даётся бытие,
``````````````````````````````когда страданья лишь оно приносит,
````````````````````````````````ты собираешь их в печалей питие,
``````````````````````````они и в радость и разрывают сердце в лоскут.
``````````````````````````````Лаборатория мышления доступна всем.
``````````````````````````````Праматерь спрашиваю всех родивших:
````````````````````````````На свет несовершенный мы пришли зачем?
```````````````````````````````Молчат… Наверное, по Воле Высшей.
```````````````````````````````Фонтаном брызг слова взметнулись:
`````````````````````````````?…но ожидание – последнее, что просят.
`````````````````````````````Под сердцем мамочка ребёнка долго носит,
````````````````````````и он рождается тогда, когда Господь её коснётся,
`````````````````````````````````````благословляя, улыбнётся.
```````````````````````````````Зачат в любви, и мы его желаем очень,
``````````````````````````чтоб долгожданным гостем в наш очаг семейный…,
``````````````````````````````````волнуемся, готовимся, хлопочем,
`````````````````````````````````и с пиететом говорим благоговейно…
````````````````````````````````А время в ритме сальсы, вальса, рока…,
```````````````````````````````как болеро, к щеке тихонечко прижалось,
```````````````````````````````````````когда осталось недалёко…
```````````````````````````````````````Родители витают в грёзах:
`````````````````````````````````````какой приём им гостю оказать,
```````````````````````````````И слёзы радости спешит вселенная смахнуть,
```````````````````````````````````````с улыбкой пляшет хабанеру,
``````````````````````````````````````и солнышко, свой начиная путь,
````````````````````````````````````известие по миру доставляет первым
``````````````````````````````````````````и штатским, и военным
````````````````````````````````````о новом госте маленьком, бесценном!
05.07.12
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