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    A Season in Desire
    A Season in Desire
    A Season in Desire
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    A Season in Desire

    By Eduardo Acevedo

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    50 short poems translated by Teresa M. Lorenz (University of Arizona) from Acevedo’s newest publication. In this volume, you will find desire, love and carried out dreams.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEduardo Acevedo
    Release dateApr 4, 2010
    ISBN9781452380476
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      A Season in Desire - Eduardo Acevedo

      If I saw you walking down the street

      arm in arm with someone else

      I would think it was me.

      Moreover, if you looked at him

      with that awakening smile,

      when your eyes decide on

      the transparent green,

      the reflection of your pupils,

      they should be mine.

      Amusing, passionate,

      coincidental looks,

      they are as beautiful and lively

      as everything about you.

      When you surrender them to the world

      I am a correspondent observer.

      But if I saw your loving eyes

      wandering around here,

      I would know they are shining in my direction.

      So much time traveling together

      has energized

      the autonomy of our contours.

      We don’t know each other by heart;

      we know each other by heart

      in the vertex, where it counts.

      Therefore your surprises

      do not hurt me.

      Our love is so enduring

      that we have no need

      to impress each other.

      And we impress each other

      from time to time,

      just for sheer pleasure.

      Together in life

      like a pair of shoes;

      me, with your shadow

      and mine following your footsteps.

      Together and shuffled in the desire

      in the tacit things,

      in the complementarities,

      in the acquired tastes.

      If they see you walking down the street

      arm in arm with someone,

      it must be me.

      It is not only your body

      I have traversed your body

      countless times.

      Blindly I identify

      each valley and wave,

      every inch of your skin.

      Like a military strategist,

      I have a map of your ticklish areas.

      Of the zones that become ticklish

      depending on how I explore them

      and I must watch out...

      Your thermal map is also

      a well-known and dominated art.

      I have learned to adjust your temperament

      like a saxophone,

      to get to know the warmth that you need.

      Your fragrance and moistness

      are such primitive signs

      that I feel I am reading them in an unknown language.

      The best-memorized musical score

      are your breaking points,

      those of abandonment

      when you let yourself go.

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