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Nuno Júdice wins prestigious Spanish poetry prize
The jury for this year’s edition of Spain’s Queen Sofia Ibero-American Poetry Prize meets in the Royal Palace in Madrid before announcing its decision. Portugal’s Nuno Judice was named the recipient of this year’s award for a body of poetry that is “very well-crafted, of a refined classicism,” yet at the same time deeply committed to reality, poet and jury member Jaime Siles said. EFE Madrid, May 16 (EFE).- Portugal’s Nuno Judice was selected Thursday as the winner of this year’s edition of the Queen Sofia Ibero-American Poetry Prize. The president of Spain’s National Heritage agency, Jose Rodriguez-Spiteri, announced the jury’s decision in a statement at the Royal Palace. The…
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La Piel Verde y Púrpura del Mundo
paulo da costa traducción de Mirta Rosenberg Monte das Lameiras, patio, tres semanas Querida mía: La mañana bosteza y suspira a través de los pulmones de los pájaros. Las armonías funden el delgado velo de escarcha que cubre el suelo. Empiezo el día en la escalera del frente, en bata, soplando burbujas de jabón. Anoche llamaste por teléfono. No estarás en el aeropuerto de Pearson para recibirme sino en Victoria, visitando a tu tía. En este rincón de Europa el sol brilla a través del azul invernal. Las naranjas fulgen en los árboles y los kiwis se redondean en los sarmientos. Toda esta fruta no basta para tentarme a…
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Image – Nuno Júdice
IMAGE translated by paulo da costa The man who talked to himself in munich’s central station what language did he speak? What language speak those lost like that, on platforms of train stations, at night, when no kiosk sells newspapers or coffee? The munich man asked me for nothing, he didn’t even look as if he needed anything, meaning, he looked like someone who had arrived at the last stage the stage of someone who does not even need himself. Although, he spoke to me: in a tongue not resembling a language among those capable of expressing emotion or feeling, limited to a sequence of sounds whose logic…
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Zoology – The Blackbird (Nuno Júdice)
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Zoology – The Blackbird (Nuno Júdice)
ZOOLOGY : THE BLACKBIRD translated by paulo da costa Inside the cage, the blackbird has no yellower a beak than outside. The bird shrinks into a corner, poor thing, and seems shy, although it is the fault of who placed it there knowing a blackbird does not fall from the sky. There are birds like that, birds people place in a cage, despite their yellow beak. They do not sing. Do not fly. Do not speak. They are birds gone blind from the silence of oracles and dumb from the lucidity of prophets. Completely by chance, I opened the cage. And the bird just sat there,…
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Image – Nuno Júdice
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Class Struggle – Nuno Júdice
CLASS STRUGGLE translated by paulo da costa Not everyone who built the cathedrals witnessed the same. Some, by sunlight, erected towers and pinnacles and attained heaven, others, inside crypts, painted hells by candlelight, leaving room on the ground for the most anonymous of the dead. Those who reached the top, received the divine gaze and witnessed the triumph of spring dawn, those who stayed at the bottom, extracting the hallucinated gestures of demons from damp walls, exchanged obscenities and disease. And yet, the cathedral is unique, and those who visit, appreciating the entirety that, they say, was born of a perfect vision, do not think in details. Who cares…
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Coral Bracho – Four poems
Coral Bracho – Four Poems translated by paulo da costa La voz indígena Es un dolor de voz que se apaga. De voz eterna y profunda que así se apaga. Que así se apaga para nosotros. The indigenous voice It is the ache of a dying voice. Eternal voice and profound thus dying. Thus dying to us. Con abismada transparencia Eres el fuego del inicio Eres la luz en el instante sabio de hacinarse en el agua. Eres la voz, la transparencia que penetra, que engendra; la nota viva y diáfana que cae, con el candor de una certeza en el centro…
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L’odore della Menzogna – Gigliotti Giuseppina (Italian)
L’ODORE DELLA MENZOGNA paulo da costa traduttore – Gigliotti Giuseppina Non abbiamo mai avuto cattive intenzioni nei confronti di Camila Penca. Semplicemente pregavamo che al nostro villaggio fosse restituita l’antica pace e, grazie a Dio, Egli ha risposto alle nostre preghiere. Camila nacque in una famiglia perbene del nostro rispettabile villaggio, annidato sulla scarpata affilata come una zanna della Baia di Bocca dell’Inferno. Un villaggio ancora in piedi con orgoglio e resilienza dopo secoli di furia dell’Atlantico. Camila trascorse l’infanzia in un mondo tutto suo. S’arrampicava su e giù per la scarpata, raccogliendo piume di gabbiano, sguazzando nelle pozze della marea, strappando aculei ai ricci di mare, lei m’ama, lei…
