\n<\/em>https:\/\/akademija-art.hr\/2021\/10\/30\/pjesme-za-jacqueline\/<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n
Estos poemas se publicar\u00e1n en el libro ELLA ES UN \u00c1NGEL, que est\u00e1\u00a0 coordinado desde Luxemburgo- el poeta chileno Marcelo Gatica. Tambi\u00e9n agradecemos a Tomislav Marijan Bilosni\u0107 por el retrato que ha hecho de Jacqueline y que hoy publicamos en primicia. Diversos medios de comunicaci\u00f3n croatas han publicado los textos ese idioma. Aqu\u00ed una muestra, en la revista KVAKA: http:\/\/www.casopiskvaka.com.hr\/2021\/10\/tomislav-marijan-bilosnic-poezija.html#more<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Miraculous Virgin of Health Tejares, the walls are your letters Jacqueline writes about Unamun Vaults of clouds under the tiles of the sun From the Roman bridge she looks at Salamanca A wreath of love hangs on the skeletons of trees The pottery market is quite at the moment Jacqueline, name with too much kindness \n On the Tormes river a small bird, an evening star, At the door of the Colegio Fonseca da la Universidad <\/p>\n The Salamanca sun burns in its shadow The Tiger and the ocelot with families July reveals the shadows of the paths they come from. With an inaudible step Our bread is like paper The winds of the Andes and Velebit are our voices Still the tiger and the ocelot do not leave Salamanca, July 14, 2019<\/em><\/p>\n Tomislav Marijan Bilosni\u0107: \u201eFederico Garc\u00eda Lorca oranges\u201c, 3000 godina Za dar, Zadar, 2020., pg. 128<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Alencart drove me to \u00c1vila They were in a hurry so they continued their journey I photographed every stone Everything was clay From time to time I was waiting for my friends to call Tomislav Marijan Bilosni\u0107: \u201eFederico Garc\u00eda Lorca oranges\u201c, 3000 godina Za dar, Zadar, 2020., pg. 143<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Translated from the Croatian by Pablo Bilosni\u0107<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u010cudotvorna Djevice od Zdravlja Tejares, zidovi su tvoji pisma Jacqueline pi\u0161e o Unamunu Svodovi oblaka pod crijepovima sunca S rimskog mosta ona gleda Salamancu Na kosturima drve\u0107a visi vijenac ljubavi Na tr\u017enici keramike ovoga \u010dasa je tiho Jacqueline ime s previ\u0161e dobrote Na rijeci Tormes malena ptica zvijezda ve\u010dernja <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Na vratima Colegio Fonseca de la Universidad (1)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yves Bonnefoy: I za te \u0107u pobijediti i san i smrt.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sunce Salamance gori u svojoj sjeni <\/p>\n Tigar i ocelot s obiteljima Srpanj otkriva sjene putova s kojih dolaze. Ne\u010dujnim korakom Na\u0161 kruh je kao papir Vjetrovi Anda i Velebita na\u0161i su glasovi Jo\u0161 uvijek tigar i ocelot ne napu\u0161taju Salamanca, 14. srpnja 2019.<\/p>\n Tomislav Marijan Bilosni\u0107: \u201eNaran\u010de Federica Garc\u00ede Lorce\u201c, 3000 godina Za dar, Zadar, 2020., str. 128.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Svojim automobilom do \u00c1vile \u017durilo im se i put su nastavili Snimao sam svaki kamen S vremena na vrijeme \u010cekao sam kada \u0107e se javiti prijatelji Tomislav Marijan Bilosni\u0107: \u201eNaran\u010de Federica Garc\u00ede Lorce\u201c, 3000 godina Za dar, Zadar, 2020., str. 143.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Foto de cabecera:\u00a0Jacqueline Alencar en una exposici\u00f3n de Miguel El\u00edas<\/p>\n Notas<\/strong><\/p>\n [1]<\/a> Tejares is mentioned in history\u00a0 as the largest and most important city<\/p>\n [2]<\/a> Thoughts of Jacqueline Alencar<\/p>\n [3]<\/a> Districts in Tejares<\/p>\n [4]<\/a> River in Jacqueline’s native Bolivia<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>http:\/\/www.casopiskvaka.com.hr\/2021\/10\/tomislav-marijan-bilosnic-rijeka-tormes.html#more<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/2-Foto-de-Jacqueline-Alencar.jpg\")
TORMES RIVER FROM THE LIVING ROOM OF JACQUELINE’S
\nAPARTMENT, IN TILES
\n<\/strong>(R\u00edo Tormes desde la sala del piso de Jacqueline, en Tejares<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nthe blue sky above Tormes hangs like laundry
\nJacqueline prays and observes the city mill
\nand willows (aspens) in the high heat of the window<\/p>\n
\nwriten from east to west
\nIn the place of L\u00e1zaro de Tormes
\nAlfredo P\u00e9rez Alencart is sitting behind the window glass
\nWhen Jacqueline came out of the living room, a garden appeared,
\na fertilized river that flows<\/p>\n
\nabout the other side of the world, about Christ
\nwithout a doubt, most of all about the beloved Alfred
\nand she wonders what he is doing
\nso high in the Andes
\nHe sees everything and does not want to forget anything
\nno garlic, no holm oak,
\nnor almond trees in bloom<\/p>\n
\nsail past life in leon bathrooms
\nTo the<\/em> largest and most important<\/em>[1]<\/a> city the blind are coming
\nwith the taste ready for everyone’s dream
\nOne poplar tree above the others
\nborn in the river Tormes rises only
\nto be able to see Jacqueline
\nleaving her tropical palm trees[2]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n
\nin case she doesen’t see it tomorrow
\nHer eyes seek help, they see
\nChamberi and Arrabal[3]<\/a> in the higher ozone
\nSalamanca is on the far banks of the
\nAcre river[4]<\/a>
\nAt Tejeres train station
\nthere is no one left,
\nonly summer sliding on the tracks<\/p>\n
\na mill built into the cemetery
\nThe open cave window is under the bridge
\nA virgin sails at low water level
\nMy heart tells me you are the queen
\nand the golden color of your skin
\non bloody rubber trees[5]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe light comes from the table you were sitting
\nin the living room
\nnext to a large shell named Oceana
\nThe big door opens and the water of Tormes
\nenters the room rising
\nto everything you touched
\nand rushes to memory through memories<\/p>\n
\nlike every word in a conversation between friends
\nThe window is still open to the winds
\nand the setting sun, bloody
\nas if wounded
\nWhat I could never say
\nlet Alencart say
\nwith the words that burned in the passion of your love<\/p>\nA BIRD ON THE RIVER OF TORMES
\n<\/strong>(For Jacqueline)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\ndisturbed stone of the bridge
\nramparts and mountains cut into the sky
\nThe cry of a bird illuminates everything
\nYou will meet Jacqueline here every night
\nhow she greets passers-by
\nand speakes her verses
\nwords that are not lost with the dead
\nOn the Tormes river a bird with the eyes of a full moon
\na wing laid at the heart over the Andes
\nThe flowing water stretches out in the hands
\nlonging for new encounters
\nNow that it’s all over with the bird in flight
\nit all starts from the beginning<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/2-Tomislav-Sanja-Jacqueline-y-Alfredo-en-el-Colegio-Fonseca-de-la-Universidad-de-Salamanca-2019.jpg\")
WITH THE FLAVOR OF SALT, BREAD AND WINE<\/strong>
\n(Dedicated to Jacqueline Alencar)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nAlencart is exposed
\nIn his painting, Jacqueline is waiting for us
\nHe brings suitcases into the basements
\nThe sky falls on us, rolls like stones
\nA bird sings on the top of a tree
\nA brief moment of our joy
\nJacqueline raises her glass
\nin a glass a red wine of eternity is imprisoned
\nHer departure overpowers everything
\nand my pen trembles on the table
\nEt pour toi je vaincrai le sommeil et la mort[6]<\/a>
\nfor you, Bolivian woman, I will get the words
\nand say we are just a soil
\nwith the taste of bread, salt, oil and wine
\nIt is quite today and thoughts and feelings
\nare quitely served
\nat Colegio Fonseca da la Universidad
\nOh, Jesus Christ, you broke the bread
\nand offered the wine
\nso that the table is never left empty<\/p>\nHOW TO GET TO ALENCART NOW<\/strong>
\n(For Jacqueline and Alencart)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nIn the shadow, Jacqueline with a mirror
\nin the mirror, all those who carry the earth
\nin the saddle-bags of Teresa of \u00c1vila
\nand departures to heaven
\nEach plant is a big green fire
\nand how to get to Alencart now
\nEvery balcony on Plaza Mayor
\nis a rose that no longer wants to return
\nin its garden
\nIt’s only us that are coming back
\ninto what we were in the light
\nand in the memory
\nShadows belongs to our encounters
\nat the sun of Salamanca
\nThe sun is looking for its face
\nin those we loved
\nand constantly reappears
\nwith the memory of Jacqueline<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/3-Tomislav-Marijan-Bilosnic-Jacqueline-Alencar-3-2021-gvas-10x10-cm-875x1024.jpg\")
THE LUNCH AT COLEGIO FONSECA DE LA UNIVERSIDAD<\/strong>
\n(To Jacqueline and Alfred P\u00e9rez Alencart)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nat the table of the Colegio Fonseca da la Universidad Salamanca.
\nThey get everything and ask for nothing.<\/p>\n
\nThey do not hesitate to cross them with a shield of books
\nas a couples in love shout:
\nWe have not done a job
\nif we do not open it to love.<\/p>\n
\nSt. John of the Cross enters the conversation
\nlike the sun bending over the arch of the porch.
\nI don’t know what can happen to us better
\nthan the poetry language conversations
\nwhile we drink the red wine dark as a night in Salamanca.<\/p>\n
\nwe only have to learn to knead a word
\nmodeled on its whiteness.
\nThe lily-colored tablecloth
\nare the wings of an angels who observes
\neverything we do and say.<\/p>\n
\nbirds chirping in the silence
\nand when they disappear for a moment
\nthe sun’s trumpets sound
\nfrom the secret cellars of universe.<\/p>\n
\nthe forgotten paradise.<\/p>\nONE DAY IN \u00c1VILA<\/strong>
\n(For Jacqueline Alencar)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nin his car
\nIn \u00c1vila i got photographed by Jacqueline,
\nhis wife<\/p>\n
\nthrough the sleepy valley
\nto Madrid
\nThe day was still too hot
\nand everything was potato-colored<\/p>\n
\nunder the wide open sky
\nthe road and the field around the city<\/p>\n
\nonly Teresa of \u00c1vila was
\nwhite marble<\/p>\n
\nI would drink a glass of wine
\nand enjoyed<\/p>\n
\nAnd then I hear
\nJacqueline lost
\nher camera<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/4-Jacqueline-Alencar-por-la-Catedral-vieja-de-Salamanca-576x1024.jpg\")
CANCIONES PARA JACQUELINE
\n<\/strong>(En croata)<\/em><\/h3>\n\nRIJEKA TORMES IZ DNEVNE SOBE JACQUELINEINA STANA,
\nU TEJARESU<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nplavo nebo nad Tormesom visi kao rublje
\nJacqueline se moli i gleda u gradski mlin
\ni vrbe (jasike) u visokoj vru\u0107ici prozora<\/p>\n
\npisana od istoka prema zapadu
\nNa mjestu L\u00e1zara de Tormesa
\nsjedi Alfredo P\u00e9rez Alencart iza stakla prozora
\nKad je Jacqueline izi\u0161la iz dnevnog boravka ukazao se vrt
\noplo\u0111ena rijeka koja navire<\/p>\n
\no drugoj obali svijeta, o Kristu
\nbez sumnje, najvi\u0161e o ljubljenom Alfredu
\ni pita se \u0161to radi
\ntako visoko u Andama
\nVidi sve i ne \u017eeli ni\u0161ta zaboraviti
\nni \u010de\u0161njak, ni crniku,
\nni bademovo drve\u0107e u cvatu<\/p>\n
\nplove mimo \u017eivota u leonskim kupaonicama
\nU najve\u0107i i najva\u017eniji\u00a0 grad dolaze slijepci
\nukusa spremna za sva\u010diji san
\nJedno stablo jablana iznad ostalih
\nro\u0111eno u rijeci Tormes di\u017ee se
\nsamo da bi moglo vidjeti Jacqueline
\nkako ostavlja svoje tropske palme<\/p>\n
\nu slu\u010daju da je sutra ne vidi
\nNjene o\u010di tra\u017ee pomo\u0107, vide
\nChamberi i Arrabal\u00a0 u vi\u0161em ozonu
\nSalamanca je na dalekim obalama
\nrijeke Acre
\nNa \u017eeljezni\u010dkoj postaji Tejeres
\nnema vi\u0161e nikoga
\nsamo ljeto klizi po tra\u010dnicama<\/p>\n
\nmlin ugra\u0111en u groblje
\nOtvoren prozor \u0161pilja je ispod mosta
\nDjevica plovi po niskom vodostaju
\nSrce mi govori da si kraljica
\ni zlatna boja tvoje ko\u017ee
\nna krvavim stablima kau\u010duka<\/p>\n
\nsvjetlost izvire iz stola za kojim si sjedila
\nu dnevnom boravku
\npored velike \u0161koljke s imenom Oceana
\nOtvaraju se velika vrata i u sobu ulazi
\nvoda Tormesa di\u017eu\u0107i se
\ndo svega \u0161to si dodirivala
\ni preko uspomena \u017euri u sje\u0107anje<\/p>\n
\nkao svaka rije\u010d u razgovoru izme\u0111u prijatelja
\nProzor je i dalje otvoren za vjetrove
\ni sunce na zalazu, krvavo
\nkao da je ranjeno
\nTo \u0161to nikada nisam mogao re\u0107i
\nneka ka\u017ee Alencart
\nrije\u010dima koje su gorjele u strasti va\u0161e ljubavi<\/p>\n\nPTICA NA RIJECI TORMES
\n<\/strong>(Za Jacqueline)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nuznemireni kamen mosta
\nbedemi i planine usje\u010deni u nebo
\nKrik ptice sve obasjava
\nOvdje \u0107e\u0161 svake ve\u010deri sresti Jacqueline
\nkako pozdravlja prolaznike
\ni govori svoje stihove
\nrije\u010di koje se ne gube s mrtvima
\nNa rijeci Tormes ptica s o\u010dima punog mjeseca
\nnad Andama polo\u017eeno krilo na srcu
\nVoda koja protje\u010de pru\u017ea se u rukama
\nu \u010de\u017enji novih susreta
\nSad kad je sve pro\u0161lo s pticom u preletu
\nsve po\u010dinje iz po\u010detka<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/5-Jacqueline-Jose-Alfredo-Alfredo-Tomislav-y-Petar-Kresimir-en-el-Colegio-Fonseca.jpg\")
S OKUSOM SOLI, KRUHA I VIN
\n<\/strong>(Posve\u0107eno Jacqueline Alencar)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nAlencart izlo\u017een sam
\nU slici njegovoj \u010deka nas Jacqueline
\nU podrume unosi kofere
\nNa nas pada nebo, kotrlja se kao kamenje
\nNa vrhu jednoga stabla pjeva ptica
\nkratki trenutak na\u0161e radosti
\nJacqueline podi\u017ee \u010da\u0161u
\nu \u010da\u0161i zato\u010deno crno vino vje\u010dnosti
\nNjezin odlazak nadja\u010dava sve
\ni moja olovka drhti na stolu
\nEt pour toi je vaincrai le sommeil et la mort (1)
\nza te \u0107u Bolivijko domo\u0107i se rije\u010di
\ni re\u0107i da smo samo zemlja
\ns okusom kruha, soli, ulja i vina
\nU Colegiu Fonesca de la Universidad
\ndanas je tiho i tiho se poslu\u017euju
\nmisli i osje\u0107aji
\nO, Isuse Kriste, ti prelomi kruh
\ni ponudi vino
\nda stol ni jednoga dana ne ostane prazan.<\/p>\n\nKAKO SADA DO\u0106I DO ALENCARTA
\n<\/strong>(Za Jacquelin i Alencarta)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nU sjeni Jacquelin sa zrcalom
\nu zrcalu svi oni \u0161to nose zemlju
\nu bisagama Tereze Avilske
\ni odlaze u raj
\nSvaka je biljka velika zelena vatra
\ni kako sad do\u0107i do Alencarta
\nSvaki balkon na Plazi Mayor
\nru\u017ea je koja se vi\u0161e ne \u017eeli vratiti
\nu svoj vrt
\nSamo se mi vra\u0107amo
\nu ono \u0161to smo bili u svjetlu
\ni u sje\u0107anju
\nSjene pripadaju na\u0161im susretima
\nna suncu Salamance
\nSunce tra\u017ei svoje lice
\nu onima koje smo voljeli
\ni stalno se javlja iznova
\nsa sje\u0107anjem na Jacqueline<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/6-Elena-Diaz-Santana-y-Jacqueline-Alencar-1024x647.jpg\")
\nRU\u010cAK U COLEGIO FONSECA DE LA UNIVERSIDAD
\n<\/strong>(Jacqueline i Alfredu P\u00e9rez Alencart)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\nza stolom Colegio Fonseca de la Universidad Salamanca.
\nDobivaju sve a ne tra\u017ee ni\u0161ta.<\/p>\n
\nNe oklijevaju ih prije\u0107i sa \u0161titom knjiga
\nkao zaljubljeni parovi doviknuti:
\nNismo napravili posao
\nako ga ne otvorimo ljubavi.<\/p>\n
\nu razgovor ulazi sv. Ivan od Kri\u017ea
\nkao sunce koje se saginje preko luka trijema.
\nNe znam \u0161to nam se bolje mo\u017ee dogoditi
\nod razgovora na jeziku poezije
\ndok pijemo crno vino boje no\u0107i u Salamanci.<\/p>\n
\nsamo nam je nau\u010diti umijesiti rije\u010d
\npo uzoru njegove bjeline.
\nStolnjak boje ljiljana
\nkrila su an\u0111ela koji prate
\nsve \u0161to \u010dinimo i govorimo.<\/p>\n
\npti\u010dja cika u ti\u0161inama
\na kada za tren nestanu
\njave se sun\u010dane trube
\niz\u00a0 tajnih podruma svemira.<\/p>\n
\nzaboravljeni raj.<\/p>\nJEDAN DAN U \u00c1VILI
\n<\/strong>(Za Jacqueline Alencar)<\/em><\/h4>\n
\ndovezao me Alencart
\nU \u00c1vili fotografirala me Jacqueline
\nnjegova supruga<\/p>\n
\nuspavanom dolinom
\nza Madrid
\nDan je jo\u0161 bio previ\u0161e vru\u0107
\ni sve je bilo boje krumpira<\/p>\n
\npod \u0161iroko otvorenim nebom
\nput i polje uokolo grada
\nSve je bilo ilova\u010da
\nsamo Terezija Avilska
\nbijeli mramor<\/p>\n
\npopio bih \u010da\u0161u vina
\ni u\u017eivao<\/p>\n
\nI tada \u010dujem
\nJacqueline je izgubila
\nfotoaparat<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/tiberiades.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/7-Jacqueline-y-Alfredo-foto-de-Jose-Amador-Martin-1024x614.jpg\")
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