Бейя Клара Вентура. Колумбия. Лабиринты снов

````````````````````````````````````Bella Clara Ventura
``````````````````````````(del libro “Paz, sicaria de la lagrima”)


````````````````````````````````````LABERINTO DE SUENOS

```````````````````````````````Montaje de vidas en paralelo
``````````````````````````````escudrinan la de mis ancestros.
`````````````````````````````````````Ascienden y bajan
 ````````````````````````````````por laberintos de suenos.
````````````````````````````Encuentran al personaje de la Biblia.
```````````````````````````````Urden la filigrana de mis dias.
```````````````````````````````````Como perlas se ensartan
````````````````````````````````````en un collar de amor.
`````````````````````````````````Me niego a seguir creyendo
````````````````````````````````que s;lo somos una existencia.
``````````````````````````````````Nos curtimos en la cadena
 `````````````````````````````````de los escalones de Jacob.
``````````````````````````````````````Descienden y suben
 ```````````````````````````````````pasos entre los vac;os
```````````````````````````````````donde se hospeda el quasar.
````````````````````````````````````En la piel de la ternura
````````````````````````````````````````vislumbro el ayer.
````````````````````````````````````````Soy leyenda viva.
 ````````````````````````````````````````Los amaneceres
```````````````````````````````````````bailan la esperanza.
``````````````````````````````````````Contemplan mi sonrisa
````````````````````````````````````cuando creo en un universo
```````````````````````````````````````````sin letargos.
```````````````````````````````````````Un mundo de tantos yo
````````````````````````````````````````````en el abrazo
````````````````````````````````````bajo la opulencia de la paz.



``````````````````````````````````По мотивам Бейи Клары Вентуры.

```````````````````````````````````````````ЛАБИРИНТЫ СНОВ
````````````````````(Свидетельство о публикации распространяется только на перевод)
``````````````````````Литературный перевод  с испанского О. Шаховской (Пономаревой)



``````````````````````````````````Во снах монтаж осуществляю
`````````````````````````````````````параллельных жизней,
````````````````````````````````````````подъём и спуск
`````````````````````````````````````в изгибах лабиринта,
```````````````````````````там с предками и с персонажами из Библии
`````````````````````````````````````случайны ль встречи?
``````````````````````````````И силюсь вспомнить, что сказал Иисус,
````````````````````````````````надежду укрепляя, лечат Его речи.
````````````````````````Безотлагательность и филигранность дней и чувств,
```````````````````````````````они, как  жемчуг, нижутся в колье.
`````````````````````````````````Настойчиво я продолжаю верить:
````````````````````````````````не в голове моей, реально бытие.
````````````````````````````````````На солнце кожа задубела,
````````````````````````````````Не по душе мне ложь и лицемерье,
````````````````````````````````цепи последовательной звенья мы,
``````````````````````````````во времени в порядке чётком следуем,
```````````````````````````````````нас светлые придумали умы.
``````````````````````````````Однако спуск, подъём навстречу бедам…
`````````````````````````````````Походы в неизвестность, пустоту,
``````````````````````````туда, где в тишине покоятся  любовь и ласка.
``````````````````````````````````Легенда жизни пестует мечту,
`````````````````````````````чтобы реальность обернулась сказкой.
````````````````````````````````Горят восходы в танце ожиданья,
`````````````````````````````````````пленяет их моя улыбка.
`````````````````````````````````Я верю в святость Мирозданья
````````````````````````````````````Без отчуждения, без сна,
``````````````````````````````что от реальности уводит в зыбкость.
``````````````````````Я верю в мир, где в мыслях и делах людей царит весна,
``````````````````````````````````тогда его захочется обнять,
```````````````````````````````````от нищеты и войн ушедший,
`````````````````````````````````он несомненно будет расцветать!


18.08.12
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