So now, we'll be reading a poem that I wrote this year.
Déjame buscarlo, Lila.
Lo perdí.
But lately, I've been writing things
in collaboration or with other artists or with musicians.
And this is not a collab-- it's a collaboration with myself
because I wrote it in English, and I did a translation
into Spanish.
Is it easier or harder to collaborate with yourself?
[LAUGHTER]
It's easier, I think.
And this is a little different from the work
of Mauve Sea-Orchids, which I published in Argentina in 2004,
and then it was published here in 2007.
So I was talking before a little bit
about this gap of time that with translation
that you have to live with.
So this is more--
it's not exactly what I'm doing now,
but it's some kind of experimentation, two languages.
"Dissonance is entering into this dense Entran en este espacio
space of deprivation. denso de la privación.
This stagnant momentum, the Intolerable thought, Es la disonancia este estático momento de intolerable atención
vibrating in the lungs as a thermometer in living soul. Vibrando en los pulmones como un termómetro en un alma viviente.
Temperature rises in a distinct part Sube la temperatura en una parte específica del cuerpo.
of the body, maybe the face. Tal vez la cara, oh, cara
Oh, face deprived of thought. desprovista de atención.
Only temperature in this dissonance. Solo hay temperatura en esta disonancia.
In this sincerely redundant dissonance En este redundante veraz disonancia
around your eyes in your brain, brain Rodeando tus ojos, tu cerebro
washing, dissonance in your fingers, in your bones. Disonante lavado de cerebro en tus dedos, en tus huesos.
Not the luminescent dissonance of understanding. No la resplandeciente disonancia del entendimiento.
Not the abstract dissonance of love, pain. No la abstracta disonancia de la pena amor,
But the solid dissonance of the sense sino la solida disonancia del sentido
of touch without reaching the inanimate del tacto que nos lleva a alcanzar
sentience in all the living souls. la sentencia inanimade en todas las almas vivientes.
This is the place to be, the sound to be, Este es el lugar del ser. Este el sonido del ser.
the intolerable sound of the untouchable. El intolerable sonido de lo intocable.
Not even joy could unpredict its fullness. Ni siquiera la alegría podrá repetir su esplendor.
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]