Tu Amor Está En la Memoria
Delicate is this precious gift called life
You are in my heart then and still are.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I still speak as if you are right here.
Delicate is this precious gift called life
bound only as once, one chance.
As death may come, no clues, no signs.
each day, live, the freedom of life.
You are in my heart then and still are,
with words that comforted me in my pains
And your hug is warm and just gentle
bringing back the soundness of love.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I will not forget the places we have been.
Appreciating anything that comes in between
reminding me everyday, to keep praying.
I still speak as if you are right here
as if you have not left few years now.
Even when I am confused and mad
like the breeze of May, you remain calm.
Your love is in my memory.
© Olive Eloisa Fraser
October 27, 2025 @ 14:02
MEMORIA TECHNICA i.e
A.I.
wi-fi.
Every day, every moment
closer to you
in woven cloth robe
and calceus shoe
to find that voice
rising clear
in airy peaked skies
this best trek lies
no finer choice
Tear down the walls
kept from heaven's door
no hurt anymore
a still voice calls
Your will, mine
your cup, my cup
I rise, you lift up
to reach the divine
Ox and lion and babe
smitten
in innocence lay
each to pray
so it is written.
~~~~~~Memoria ad lucem in vita, Grace Dell 'Nichelle' Nichols December 28, 1932 – July 30, 2022 ~~~~~
In the balm of evenings
when we were young
love by the book
I told every little star
my reverie
Memória
Cada empreendedor (a)
de sucesso
tem em como melhor característica
o desejo de lembrar.
Nenhuma outra pessoa
tem essa obsessão pela memória.
1790 mães receberam de graça o presente Poesias da Mãe Empreendedora.
http://bit.ly/2019_Presente_dia_das_Mães
Agora sabem ainda mais como Cativar e Prosperar.
Agora é aqui. http://bit.ly/2019_Presente_dia_das_Mães
Pode até optar por leitura encadernada e você pode escolher desde o papel do miolo até a capa.
Untrampled Sand
Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.
Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.
Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.
(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)
A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.
Tudo urgente.
Para sonhar e viver,
Urgente recuperar a memoria do passado,
Urgente inventar alegria,
multiplicar os beijos,
Urgente descobrir rosas e rios
e dias claros.
Agora que sabe disso,
Saia,
Abrace o mundo,
Imagine,
Inspire,
Conquiste!
Ojalá el universo se apiade de mí
Y me convierta en otra estrella;
Porque la última espada caerá
Ante el desvaneciente sol,
Opacando el vitral del alma...
Desaparecerá el vitral
Al abundarse en total oscuridad.
Se quebrará al ser presonado
Por hipócritas luces,
Y el último poniente
Quedará en el espectro, que es la memoria
En el prisma de un cristal...
Borges dirá: "En el cristal del otro buscamos nuestro cristal recíproco;
El cristal viviente que guarda
Esas maravillas inexploradas e inalterables astros".
Pero, ese sueño del vitral se disgregará en otros sueños,
Como fugas en el tiempo,
Hasta que el vitral del alma estremecida
Quede en los laberintos de tal tiempo,
Que son "interminables prisiones del universo",
Quedando como un captivo de un "tiempo soñoliento"...
O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.
Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.
Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare;
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde e?ti?
Caut...ceva; nu ?tiu ce caut,
dar înca simt. Îi simt
?i pe Ei ?i pe ceilal?i.
Sufletele devin argin?i
pentru zamislirea unei noi lumi.
Con?tiin?a mi-e amor?ita. S-a ales.
Memoria moare trecând,
iar spiritul transcende.
Acum binele ?i raul sunt doar una...
o târguiala repetata.
Ce urmeaza?
Trâmbi?ele furate imi rasfrâng
gândurile deja înghe?ate.
Unde ai disparut?
with deep blue eyes
that loomed out between
the smoothing sepia strands
falling like raindrops
over her immaculate
flushed face & lips
still wet with sex &
sweat, the brush gently,
slowly, as if with
deliberate
patience,
pure &
unbridled,
raked down through the
hair that had been
thrown round, ground down
in the pillow, messed in
the sheets, tossed up &
down, up & down,
up & down,
riding to the rhythm of the
precise present,
pounding, pulsating,
thrusting, positioning &
asmr shivers passed up
the back of his neck
even as he lay their
spent & exhausted,
watching her entice
even then, a passion that
seemed without
the ability to cease for
even a moment &
it lingered in veteris vestigia,
tablets of recognition in
his mind’s eye,
long after she had left his life,
so much so
that whenever he saw
a beautiful woman
pick up a brush &
begin to move it
towards her
magnificent flowing
ocean
down over her shoulders,
the vibrations
would begin &
tingle,
shudder,
tingle,
shudder,
in a warm flow of
sensual memoria.
Todo lo que comienza con el tiempo se acaba
uno nace, luego crece y bajo tierra hace su morada
pues asi es el ciclo de la vida en este mundo
un dia estas aqui y luego partes en un segundo
a veces quisiera ya estar muerto pues estaria mejor
en compañia de mis seres queridos en presencia del Señor
al menos alli no existe el llanto, dolor o amargura
pero mientras viva tus recuerdos en mi mente perduran
no sabes como te extraño porque tuviste que dejarme solo
te veo en todas partes, donde tu memoria ahora pongo?
ahora con el paso del tiempo mas y mas te recuerdo
y aunque ya an pasado un par de años aun no entiendo
porque tuviste que irte con nuestro Señor
pero le doy gracias que estas con Él en un lugar mejor
que diera por poderte llamar haya donde te encuentras
y contarte todos mis ahnelos y mis metas
como me enamoré de una preciosa mujer
su nombre era, bueno su nombre no importa solo su ser
por eso es que no me queda ni la menor duda
que la muerte es como una espada aguda
que penetra hasta lo mas profundo de mi alma
pero requerida para poder llegar ha ese lugar de calma
Señor, todo mi ser en este momento te aclama
calma este dolor y de esta angustia mi persona salva
Substantial quadrants of hate
Throughout these veins circulate
Spiraling in frenzied states
Adrift an ailing coma
Infinite corruption clawed my corneas
Birthing the erasure of euphoria
Imprinting trademarks of memoria
Leaving in wake vile aromas
All confidence dissolved to solvents
Due to definitive involvement
Susceptible to gaunt installments
Marring my skin with melanoma
Mother Earth serves as a mime
Humanity must be refined
Pushing the grocery cart (con un análisis pausado de los que le rodean)
and looking for the area (un lugar pensado en el calor del momento)
of the store where he can (una bolsa de ensalada que no tiene cara para reconocer)
get the bags of salad that (“Very Veggie” por Dole es su favorito)
he routinely purchases (una rutina que le aburre en algo de la locura)
every week, the man (cada paso está más cerca de a la muerte y lejos de la vida)
finds himself in this (tocando el tambor de la mediocridad)
same isle, doing the (buscando para arándanos agrios y picatostes)
same thing & yet on (una eternidad bostezo)
this day a strange (hoy algo diferente?)
woman comes walking (sus labios, sus ojos, tan bellos)
towards him---she (y, sin embargo, y sin embargo, él que quiere saber su)
smiles as if to say hello (tratando de forzar a sonreír)
to a long lost friend, (para que ella se sienta cómoda, para invitarla a su ojos)
however, he doesn’t (él no se puede!)
recognize a thing about (tener al no haber una memoria o una pista de cualquier tipo)
her & it shows on his face. (él cuelga la cabeza con tristeza, y camina por más allá de su)
Helga Deen (1925-1943) (Sentanka)
Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe
War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt
Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór
Only letters and diary
Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains
Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario
Fue todo lo que quedaba
Pero su memoria sigue siendo
Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.
Los días de ausencia
Murieron como pájaros inocentes
En el pasado hundido
El presente no conoce vergüenza
El futuro no tiene memoria
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Die Tage der Abwesenheit
Starben wie unschuldige Vögel
In versunkener Vergangenheit
Die Gegenwart kennt keine Scham
Die Zukunft hat keine Erinnerung
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The days of absence
They all died like innocent birds
In a grounded past
The present knows no shame
The future has no memories
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