#danielle collobert

hands grasping to the roof of the city as to not abandon it,

to not let go of this earth—screaming that we want to stay.

We grasp with our hands when the body is already powerless

and it slips—we love, suffocating with terror and tenderness

everything that is present.

de los tobillos – entre los muslos – cansancio

ni sentido – ni sensación

dilatadamente latir – pulsiones en el cuello – en las

orejas – pulsaciones en el silencio apenas remover – ligero movimiento en el espacio

– alrededor

latidos apenas perceptibles – para nada

temblores a flor de piel – para nada

no sentir nada- no decir – nada

dulzura

no detenerse aún

abrazar – abrazo de las palabras apretar – más fuerte

sacudidas – eyección

desplazamiento hacia fuera

de lo negro a lo claro

erupción – habitual- sangrienta

una aproximación para ser palabra-espasmo

nacimiento – desprendimiento sospecha – dudar

el futuro de la palabra rechazado en lo claro – lo legible

– y la incertidumbre

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

seul mot dans les muscles – sur le front – autour

des chevilles – entre les cuisses – fatigue

ni sens ni sensation

longuement battre – pulsions au cou – aux

oreilles – pulsations dans le silence

à peine remuer – léger mouvement dans l’espace

– autour

battements à peine perceptibles – pour rien

frémissements au ras de la peau – pour rien

ne rien sentir – ne rien dire – rien douceur

ne pas s’arrêter encore

etreindre – étreinte des mots / serrer – plus fort

secousses – éjection

glissements en dehors

du noir vers le clair

eruption – habituelle – sanglante

une approche pour être

mot-spasme

naissance – détachement

soupçon – hésiter

l’avenir du mot rejeté dans le clair – le lisible

– et l’incertitude

• Danielle Collobert, Decir vivo a quién, Kokoro Libros / Kriller71 Ediciones, Barcelona, 2017

Antología bilingüe, traducción de Antonio F. Rodríguez

Survival

“i going voice no response sometimes articulate words / only silence response to other ear never / if in mute the world no noise / rushes into the blue cosmos / no question but vertical voyage / i going slipment to the horizon / all the same all mortal starting with the i / fleeing the horizon at full tilt / finally hear only music in the cries / enough enough / exit / to enter born on debris the terrain hardly recognised / emerged out of salty mire the foetus out of sewer / solar plexus eaten away anguish exuding lungs breath panting 

neck gripped by the rope wake up / shudder wake up / burnt consumed monk / die body / beyond hands caresses / far from lips drank / memory of the body / letting go present the moment survival / without knowing what to open onto energy to imagination responded / stammerings hardly by the gashes / the cries from wounds’ edge insufficient / plunged black into the bloodbath / working one’s veins for words / i speech to open mouth open say i live to whom

flung into chaos no armour / will survive or not resistance to blows the long lifespan / i gone exploration of the abyss / groping about against day / cuffs on hands stigmata on wrists already / on feet irons chains / the distance of a step the unity of measure / i scraping my ground with it / in space the noise drags /  first up on prometheus’ soundtrack / vulture in the throat / with blows blood cut back endlessly toward silence / in the middle of the forehead the flat future desert / behind hidden maybe the body to cluster