Afternoon at the Garden Cafe & Beau ti Box (two poems, in English and Spanish)

English Version

Afternoon at the Garden Café,
“La Mia Mamma”

I look upon the flowers
in the Garden Café
“La Mia Mamma,”
in Old Huancayo, Peru;
in the hot calm afternoon.
Words of tranquility hum
(buzz) in my head…
I remain tired with age.
That is why I’m slower
in my steps nowadays—,
and in all, my emotions
knot-up, within my soul.
Here, under the thin umbrella,
with coffee and coke,
(pen in hand) I pull back
the reins to my mysterious
restlessness…

Spanish Version
Una Tarde en el Café Jardín
“La Mía Mamma”

Observo las flores
en el jardín del Café
“La Mia Mamma,”
en Antiguo Huancayo, Perú;
en la tarde tranquila y calurosa.
Palabras de tranquilidad tararean
(zumban) en mi cabeza…
Permanezco cansado de vejez
Es por eso que soy más lento
en mi caminar hoy en día—,
y encima, mis emociones
se anudan, dentro de mi alma.
Aquí, debajo de la sombrilla delgada,
con café y soda,
(lapicero en la mano) detengo
las riendas a mi misteriosa
inquietud…


No: 2500 /10-20-2008 (3:15 p.m.) written at the Café
“La Mía Mamma” By Dlsiluk©2008



The Beau ti Box

When beauty was my theme in life
so was my youth, ideals as well.
Now I have exquisite tastes—aged,
with an ugly brow, no doubt:
…enduring graces, intelligence
(to share and spread about).

However, aged inquisitiveness
returned to me, to no settled point
at all— my next step, the old pine box
(that one we never talk about).

Half in breath, I keep going back
to when beauty was my theme,
when youth intertwined with ideals,
but now, its all in dreams it seems,
exquisite tastes and ugly brows!


No: 2499©10-16-2008 written at “La Mia Mamma,”
in the Garden Café, in the afternoon, in Huancayo, Peru.