Poems by JULIO PAVANETTI
In the corner of mellowed kisses
our great solar fury was silenced,
disintegrated, oh Sylph of the sea,
into deep and frenzied atoms.
Crushed against the grey window
encompassing us through
our trembling entangled bodies.
In the complicity without cushion,
from our corner of gasps, satisfied
after a synchronized movement,
a captured scene remained,
while our chests were still beating
in a vertical sea of lethargic sex.
OUR BEACH OF THE PAST
At the peak of dusk
amid fading scenery,
just as the sun searches
the humid pearls that fall,
blinding the mirror of the wind
with its used repertoire
of silver strands,
we turned our backs to the rainbow
breaking the clouds hidden in our packs.
Meanwhile, in front of us
the infinite sea
with its crackling vast blue,
moderates its symphony,
unfastens its own cotton
against the multiform rocks
and sinks into the dispersed sand
that kisses this naked beach,
where we came in the past
to illuminate our dreams.
An ocher moon slides over our flesh.
Our entangled bodies, drawing contrasts
in absurd and polymorphs shadows over the cast.
After loving, stillness invades the room
imbues it with a piercing and crystalline silence,
on occasions broken by a few sighs
that manage to explode
in thousands of harsh fragments
and like the wind, places it all under suspicion.
We love each other
in a surprisingly and mysterious way,
in a rare dialectic between defense and assault,
an uncontrollable rebound between shadow and light.
How is it possible that you leap
from flesh to expression
from a dream to the truth,
in a journey that takes you,
through undercurrents, to an attic of radiance?
Your word alters the tone, crosses the abys
depositing new scars in the cosmos.
A violent wind from the sea
penetrates the window
lashing our dormant faces
a rainfall of illusions
foreshadowing a farewell.
Outside, in the lonely streets at dawn
the world is still an established design,
a confused skein of energy and circumstances:
Murky puzzle that spins slowly on its hinges
crossing the transparencies
that surround this mirage.
HOW FRAGILE BEAUTY IS TONIGHT
How fragile beauty is tonight
suspended between candid remains
interwoven with summer strands
transforming your body into sea.
Untangled from the shadows, the moon
moves between whitened ants
and lays to dream among us
with the soft murmur of waves.
Accomplice of the games in the dark
disperses over the ocean the seeds of light
particles of a mysterious dust
that the breeze entangles in your hair.
The sand remains warm
delineates the contour of our bodies
while your hands reinvent filigrees
to the bird that poses in my back.
Your lips slide along the curve of my flesh, advancing without obstacles
crossing the threshold to my essence
unfolding my wings