Julio César Pavanetti-翻译，徐建纲(1)

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NOCTURNAL FOUNTAIN

By Julio César Pavanetti Gutiérrez

翻译，徐建纲

From absent stars that leave no trace

in nights without moon in the sky.

From candles stifled in the candleholders

in lonely and sleepless nights.

From insomnia shards,

from their black whips:

Wounded from life, verses come to me.

夜间喷泉

从没有留下任何痕迹的星星

在天空中没有月亮的夜晚。

从蜡烛架里窒息的蜡烛里

在孤独和不眠之夜。

从失眠的碎片，

从他们的黑色鞭子：

从生活中受伤后，诗句来到了我的身边。

IN A VERSE

By Julio César Pavanetti Gutiérrez (Uruguay)

I’ve wanted to write my thoughts,

raising the questions that disturb me,

denouncing outrages and injustices,

showing my rebellion opposite to the excess,

my absolute rejection of despotism,

my tenacious indignation against the corrupt.

I’ve wanted to express my discrepancies,

philosophizing, seeking light in the shadows,

facing the transitions of the body,

finding answers to my doubts.

I’ve wanted to leave only one verse

–knowing that I am only dust–

a message of love for the future

before settling into my gloom.

I’ve wanted, sharpening my conscience,

to calculate the distance between life and death

that fits into a poet,

but today I am mutilated

by discouragement and shame.

Just warm the sun behind the afternoon scaffold.

Affliction is a puddle that shadow enlarges

and hinders my purpose

of stubborn search of the poem

witness of my last will.

在一首诗中

作者，胡里奥·塞萨尔·帕瓦内蒂·古铁雷斯（乌拉圭）

我一直想写下我的想法，

提出了那些困扰着我的问题，

谴责暴行和不公正的行为，

表达我对那些极端不公的反抗，

绝对反对专制主义，

以及我对腐败者的顽固的愤慨。

我一直想表达我的矛盾，

进行哲学思考，在阴影中寻找光明，

面对身体的转变，

要找到解决我的疑虑的答案。

我只想留下一节诗

我知道我只是一粒灰尘

或者是一个神爱着明天的信息

在进入我的忧郁之前。

我一直想用我久经磨砺的良知，

来计算生死之间的距离

这很适合一个诗人，

但今天我被肢解了

被沮丧和羞愧所迷惑。

只是在下午的脚手架后面温暖着太阳。

痛苦是一个阴影扩大的水坑

阻碍了我的目的

固执地寻找这首诗

这是我最后遗嘱的见证人。

翻译，徐建纲

2022.01.17

NIGHTLY

She comes on behalf of all women

at the time the neon lights come on

and the lilies of light get old.

With the sensual panache

that the swan has

she always arrives on time as the beat

when the day declines and bleeds,

clearing the streets for the nocturnal,

bohemian, and lonely man.

Covered by a luminous veil

that splashes her skin of transparencies,

the woman of the poem seduces me

with her voluptuous walk,

her flaming gaze and her incarnate lips.

Under that tulle,

the nakedness of a body

made of sleep and dew,

comes to give me shelter

and save me of the dark

and silent atmosphere

that wraps my estrus many times.

It seems the night never ends

but finally, the verses always surface

wildly mating with my muse.

夜间

她代表所有的妇女来这里

当霓虹灯亮起的时候

而百合花也变老了。

带着感官上的恐慌

那只天鹅

她总是按照节拍准时到达

当夜幕降临和流血不止时，

为夜间活动而清理街道，

波西米亚人，孤独的人。

被一个明亮的面纱覆盖着的

溅出她透明的皮肤，

这首诗里的那个女人吸引住了我

在她性感的散步中，

她燃烧的目光和她化身的嘴唇。

在薄纱下面，

赤裸裸的身体

由睡眠和露水组成的身体，

来给我提供庇护所

并把我从黑暗和

和沉默的气氛拯救

而它们曾多次压抑了我的情欲。

这个夜晚似乎永远不会结束

但最后，这些诗句总是会浮现出来的

和我的缪斯女神疯狂地交配

LOOK FOR ME

After the hecatomb of the verb

after the endless deafness,

after the voice of cracked rain,

look for me among the remains of silver

dropped off, quietly, by the moon caress

in the iris of water.

Look for me in the spoils of the wind

when the end comes,

and wings vibrate and shake;

look for me in the infinitude of time

when sound trembles in the day,

and, once again, the word reborn.

1 寻找自己

在百牲祭这个动词的后面

寻找我

在无尽的装聋作哑耳聋后面

寻找我

在破裂的雨声后面

寻找我

在悄悄地落下来，由月亮爱抚残存的银色中

寻找我

在中水的鸢尾里

寻找我

当末日来临

翅膀振动和抖动

在风的战利品中

寻找我

当声音在白天颤动

再一次提到重生这个词

在无限的时间中

寻找我THE OTHER DAY AT A BAR

We used to be very good friends

always on the verge

of something more

but that

never happened

The other day at a bar

after many years without seeing her

there she was

sitting with someone

I don’t know if she recognized me

but looked to me for a moment

and looked away

2 在酒吧的另一天

我们曾经是很好的朋友

似乎总是比朋友多了某种意思

但那种事

从没发生过

很多年没有遇见她了

那天在酒吧

她确实就在那儿

和某人坐在一起

我不知道她是否认出了我

但是她看了我一会儿

然后目光转移看着别处

TIME HAD NO FEAR

Time had no fear.

The moon arrived circular and pale

with its silver alchemy watering ether,

embracing and covering its being.

A bright reflection

falling dormant over the water.

The myrtle promised

capsular and persistent chalices,

alluvion of small white flowers.

A diffused horizon

painted the dormant breeze

between the remaining light

of the languished dawn.

Near the stream,

the myrtle dispersed its fragrance.

Its constant and lustrous foliage

made believe it brought down the twilight

in its ephemeral crossing.

Suddenly she emerged

from the humid summer hours,

my breath stopped and I fell like a cloud

that stumbles with the sky.

She descended slowly

like dew landed in my soul

alighted on my bare skin.

Since then, heaven is contained in me.

She was moon and sun, air and water,

immutable light that covered the sphere.

Time, amazed, forgot its own existence.

3 时间没有恐惧

时间没有恐惧。

月亮如期而至，圆又苍白

带着她的银色神秘如水般的穹苍

拥抱并覆盖属于她的造物。

她明亮的折射的光晕

落在水面休眠

桃金娘答应

囊状杯和宿存杯，

小白花的冲积层

扩散的地平线

描绘休眠的微风

在剩下的光

在憔悴的黎明中

靠近溪流

桃金娘散了它的香味。

其永恒的、有光泽的叶片

假装黄昏降临

在它短暂的过境。

突然她出现了

从潮湿的夏季

我的呼吸停止，我像一朵云

与天空一起跌跌撞撞。

她慢慢地下楼

就像露水降落在我的灵魂

落在我光秃秃的皮肤上。

从那时起，天堂就包含在我的心中。

她是月亮和太阳，空气和水，

覆盖着球体的不可变的光。

时间，惊讶于此，忘记了它自己的存在

AT THE TIME WHEN EARTH GOES TO HEAVEN

“…at nightfall, all vegetables cover

stars with their cloak;

the earth to heaven rises”

Miguel de UNAMUNO

At the time when earth goes to heaven

and the sea receives particles of the moon

our quiet abandonment becomes sweetened

as the rain kisses a palm tree.

The cloth of your back becomes silky

with the subtle swaying of my caresses

that read every pore of your body.

A tremor fractures in our lips

when my kisses collide with your kisses,

and a lightning- sun of my metaphors –

brings light to the universe of your womb.

The silver silence of the night

guarantees our intimate secrecy

at the time when earth goes to heaven.

在地球进入天堂的时候

“…傍晚时分，所有的蔬菜都覆盖了

带着斗篷的星星；

大地升天升起”

——乌纳穆诺的米格尔

在地球飞上天堂的时候

而海洋则接收到月球上的粒子

当雨珠亲吻了一棵棕榈树

我们寂静的给予变得更加甜蜜。

你温馨的背部丝丝绸般丝滑

随着我的爱抚的微妙的摇摆

我的抚摸能读懂你身体

每一个毛孔得含义。

我们的嘴唇颤抖了

当我的吻和你的吻发生碰撞时，

刺客我暗含已久的激情闪电般

给你的子宫里的宇宙带来光明。

夜晚银色的寂静

护卫着我们的甜蜜时刻

刺客，如在地球进入了天堂。NOCTURNAL

Searching for translucid fireflies

far beyond innocent latitudes,

you discovered the fold in my hands

as they fled the redness of the afternoon

like white fragments of hail

dancing in crystal bowls.

I consumed the secret of your pores.

I peered into the rails of your body

through intense desire,

travelled the long paths of your skin

falling defeated by your lips,

in the clear spume of the night.

When the finch raises its triumphant tune,

we drown in horizons.

IN THOSE DAYS

“Memories, even those

of my most remote childhood,

are in me a passionate present”.

Federico GARCÍA LORCA

In those days we were

the innocent guests,

silent spectators

of an immutable sun

that offered in every dawn,

all the beauty to the world.

The early birds,

with their wings of dew

and impetuous beat,

sang to the dreams.

In every new twilight

the flowering jasmine

confided to the breeze

its essence of moonlight

while the kisses,

those, authors of the universe,

fell upon us

spinning like a feather.

NOCTURNAL ORBIT

A candlelight illuminates the bedroom

projecting its light against your breast,

slowly swaying through the contrasting waves

that dance in silence.

Your body embroiders with kisses the night,

at my side, laying on the bed

you sleep placidly and naked

in an almost photographic pose.

While outside the cold trembles and cries

with frozen solid mechanical tears,

as a small dewdrop

slightly grazing our layers,

my lips slide through

every pore of your golden flesh,

awakening your hidden clouds

just before daylight falls over the world.

YOUR EYES

The afternoon falls from its infinity

behind the great river

that today descends quietly.

Your eyes drown me in the cusp

and the peace of its sunny reservoir.

To sail in them, get tired of counting waves,

breathing in the curve of your lids,

closing mine to find you in my dreams.

Become a survivor to be rescued

when the light corners in silence

and the ceiba tree sleeps

in the multiform magnet of the water.

Tear down the empires of its haze,

submerging in the dance of its mirror

to deepen the gaze of the stars that inhabit you.

To air its pearls,

eternalize my eyes in yours,

immerse in them

and feel that I am … You.

SURRENDER

I wonder if the stars

discovered your big dark eyes

or is it your soul that emits its sparkles

like a serene moon.

I wonder if the moon sprinkles your black hair

with the burning reflection of its flesh

naked as a caress

or is it lighting candles

seated in the parapets of insomnia

while searching in the dim room

the verses of a poem.

I wonder if it is her glance

that pierces the air with love

or is it yours that loves me

when you observe me as the sun at dawn?

I only know that at the sound

of the melodic notes that spring

from your skin, I submit to your lips…

and surrender to your night.

COOL NIGHTS OF MARCH

The moon balanced over the river

entangling its dancing petals with sable strands

that painted your face with shadows

and light in a smooth contrast.

As the cool breeze of March nights

colored your cheeks like cherries,

you gave me a green light

allowing me to swim

between the warm waves of your lips.

JUST THE TWO OF US

Only rain

outside our world

just the two of us

within the intimate universe

of our umbrella

Bio:

Julio César Pavanetti Gutiérrez, was born in Montevideo (Uruguay) on July 27, 1954. Founder and current President of the “Benidorm Poetic Lyceum”.

He is the official representative in Benidorm, Alicante (Spain) of the aBrace Cultural Movement with offices in Montevideo (Uruguay) and Brasilia (Brazil). He is Coordinator in the Province of Alicante (Spain) of the Association of Poets of the Earth and Friends of Poetry (POETAP).

He is also a member of the Association of Spanish Writers and Artists (A.E.A.E.), of the World Network of Writers in Spanish (REMES), a member of the Spanish Center for Reprographic Rights (CEDRO), and of the Poets of the World Movement for Uruguay.

He participated in many anthologies: “Presentation Poetry Book of the Liceo Poético de Benidorm” (Self-publishing Imprenta Benidorm, 2003); “Letters of the World 2005” (New Ser Publishing House of Buenos Aires, Argentina); "Opening doors... for the love of art", an anthology of the Liceo Poético de Benidorm (Editorial Celya de Salamanca, 2006), of which he has been a co-antologist; “Miguel Hernández 2006, Evocation and Tribute at the University Venue of Alicante”, (University of Alicante, Vice President for University Extension, 2007).