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11-1

Hosteller

In Spain

Dear Lau

 In the hostel of Casa Caracol of Cadiz

 I send by email an impromptu verse:

 'Granada'

I see in the desert land of black gravels

Granada, a grand marble statue of abstraction,

and light and shadow of our existential life.

I feel with fear and wonder

in the darkness of a midday

full of deeply black clouds

a light of poetry dawning in mind.

I give my ears with curiosity toward two girls on the street,

one of whom with snow-white teeth diffuses twinkling smiles,

whispering in the other's ears.

But how tragic it is

for the terrestrial beauty of fascination

to be destined to vanish in a moment into nothing

 like morning dews,

like the past kingdom of Granada!

 

Yearning to see the sea,

Gohk

 

 

Cadiz, Mar., 2006

 Hi Lau!

Today I made a long bus trip to Seville via Cordoba.

When I came back to Granada in the evening,

‘Cordova’, a poem of Garcia Lorca's burst on me. Perhaps the image of the triste scenery, kept alive in my mind, of the bare and shrub-covered slopes which I had passed through along toward Cordoba, the old city of the Moors, seemed to present the poem of Garcia For this wanderer:

‘Cordova’

distant and alone,

Black pony , big moon,

olive in my saddlebag.

Through I know these roads,

I'll never reach Cordova.

Through the plains, though wind,

black pony , red moon,

death watching me

from the high towers of Cordova.

……………..

Ay! Death, you will take me,

on the road to Cordova.

…………….

Gohk

Cadiz, Mar., 2006

Dear Lau,

Cadiz is coming closer to me, a Flamenco castle of light, sea sound, and wind on tops of trees.

 Granada was going farther behind, a Flamenco mirage of shadow, silence, and grey glory.

Approaching the entrance to Cadiz  I am excited to imagine seagulls flying over me and the shining silver backs of fish that I was used to in my boyhood.

I was triste at dawn, deep and black, in Granada to see in the dream my mother looking at me in silence and to be reminded of a saying: 'I Taste blood in my mouth when I sing deep song as I pleased.'

At a hostel named Casa Caracol