Soneto XI – Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n
Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
\ny por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
\nno me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
\nbusco el sonido l\u00edquido de tus pies en el d\u00eda.<\/p>\n
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
\nde tus manos color de furioso granero,
\ntengo hambre de la p\u00e1lida piedra de tus u\u00f1as,
\nquiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.<\/p>\n
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
\nla nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
\nquiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pesta\u00f1as<\/p>\n
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crep\u00fasculo
\nbusc\u00e1ndote, buscando tu coraz\u00f3n caliente
\ncomo un puma en la soledad de Quitrat\u00fae.<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
\nSilent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
\nBread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
\nI hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.<\/p>\n
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
\nyour hands the color of a savage harvest,
\nhunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
\nI want to eat your skin like a whole almond.<\/p>\n
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
\nthe sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
\nI want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,<\/p>\n
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
\nhunting for you, for your hot heart,
\nlike a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.<\/p>\n
(not sure who did this translation)<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
I am hungry of your mouth, your voice, your hair
\nand by the streets I go without nourishing itself,
\nshut up, does not maintain the bread to me, the dawn disturbs,
\nI look for the liquid sound to me of your feet in the day.<\/p>\n
I am hungry of your laughter slide,
\nof your hands color of furious barn,
\nam hungry of the pale stone of your nails,
\nI want to eat your skin like an intact almond.<\/p>\n
I want to eat the ray burned in your hermosura,
\nthe sovereign nose of the arrogant face,
\nwant to eat the fleeting shade of your eyelashes<\/p>\n
and hungry I come and I am smelling the twilight busc\u00e1ndote,
\nlooking for your hot heart
\nlike puma in the solitude of Quitrat\u00fae.<\/p>\n
(ahhh, Babelfish…)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Soneto XI – Pablo Neruda Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, busco el sonido l\u00edquido de tus pies en el d\u00eda. Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada, de tus manos color de furioso […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/180"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=180"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/180\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}