"QUANTUM SONG"
(selection)
Translation from Spanish
by Allan Riger-Brown

PARTICLE POWER

Though what we cease doing
continues in parallel universes,
our wings
will not carry us there.
The unconscious decides which way to go,
for it knows the way beforehand.
The unconscious is our guide,
it is our binding force.
The unconscious is our god.
We are slaves to the unknown,
to shadows,
to depths,
to the infinitesimally small.

FATE

A drop of water
is more powerful than a sea storm.
There is more matter
in darkness than in light.
Clouds travel further
than rivers.
The subtle prevails over the heavy,
the smallest over the enormous,
the humble over the powerful.
At a crossroads
between matter and mind
I was created by my thoughts,
I inexorably decided
my past, my present and my future.

LIGHT

Particles,
you are the ochres and golds
of an autumn afternoon,
the pure blue of a morning sky,
the iridescent sea
shot with turquoise and violet,
the clotted blood
of a sunset,
the agates and jades
of the forest,
the rosy breast
of a girl -
and this face of mine,
dark,
bewildered,
that questions you in the mirror.

WAVES

Memories come and go
like waves
flooding my mind with fragments
of all the ages and centuries
through which I lived
when I was interstellar pollen
voyaging across the cosmos,
when I was darkness,
when I was a beam of light spanning the universe,
when I copied scrolls
in the sleepy shade
of an Egyptian temple,
when I bubbled in the lava
of thunderous Cotopaxi,
when I strolled about the green hills of Rome,
when I was a dog, a cricket,
an eagle,
when I buzzed happily
in seventeenth-century tragicomic Madrid,
when I navigated
the steep canyons
of New England,
when I was quartz and iron
and gold and silver,
when I fired my rifle at the horizon
from a dank trench
in Spain.
I was.
I am.
I shall be.

See review

Gregorio Morales, Canto cuántico, Granada, Ediciones Dauro, 2003