Nació la palabra en la sangre, creció en el cuerpo oscuro, palpitando, y voló con los labios y la boca. (The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and flew through the lips and the mouth.) Pablo Neruda, La palabra
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Embracing the Wind
By: Yohanes Manhitu
Now I am standing here in a valley
looking at steep hills surrounding it, speechless.
I have named the valley "the valley of self-betrayal",
and the hills "the hills of suicide". That’s it!
I embrace nobody but the wind. Not bad!
In the dark clouds sweeping the valley,
I see a hypocritical couple in false harmony
marching with laughter towards the end of a kiss.
The man loves poison, while the woman loves honey.
Why should I sacrifice my mind for an inferno?
I know that I am still embracing the wind
And trying to persuade her to sing me a song.
Embracing the wind, I don’t break any human law;
embracing the wind, I can do it without self-betrayal.
As I embrace the wind, I am no longer a prisoner.
Yogyakarta, 2 July 2003

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