Бейя Клара Вентура. Хлеб

Ольга Шаховская
````````````````````````````````````Bella Clara Ventura
```````````````````````````````(del libro “Eros en… canto”)


````````````````````````````````````````````PAN

`````````````````````````````````Quiero ser tu pan diario.
``````````````````````````````El del desayuno bien humedecido
````````````````````````````````en la taza de tus apetitos.
`````````````````````````````````````El del medio dia,
````````````````````````````adjunto a la exquisitez de la carne.
``````````````````````````Y el de la noche untado con mantequilla
```````````````````````````````para suavizar las caricias.
````````````````````````````````Levadura existe en el acto.
```````````````````````````````````Los deseos esponjamos
``````````````````````````````al bautizar el pan de la pasion
````````````````````````````````con sus alinos de pimienta,
``````````````````````````````````````salero de mimos.
`````````````````````````````````````Blandito lo comes,
````````````````````````````````como suave piel de mi labio
````````````````````````````````````o como pan caliente
````````````````````````````````recien horneado en el hogar.
``````````````````````````````````````Al dia siguiente
````````````````````````````````duro lo sientes entre la boca.
```````````````````````````````Pronto a ser nuevamente mojadito
``````````````````````````````en las tibias leches de tus labios.
```````````````````````````````Dos panes unidos como el sandwich
`````````````````````````````````con la salchicha en sabrosura,
``````````````````````````````````embutida en horas de deleite
```````````````````````````````````bajo la suerte del paladar.
`````````````````````````````````````````Pan de cada dia.
````````````````````````````Celebracion de bendiciones y alabanzas.
`````````````````````````````````Dicha en la entrega de la miga
`````````````````````````````````````````que aun guarda
````````````````````````````````````el calor de la despensa.
```````````````````````````````````````````Largamente
````````````````````````````````me quedo en el cielo de la boca
```````````````````````````````para convertirme en tu dulce pan.
```````````````````````````````````A pastel de gloria sabe
```````````````````````````````````como golosina celestial.



``````````````````````````````````````````````ХЛЕБ
````````````````Вольный поэтический перевод с испанского О. Шаховской (Пономаревой)

````````````````````````````````Желаю хлебом стать твоим насущным,
```````````````````````````````````чтоб чашу аппетитов утолять,
``````````````````````````````````чтоб ощущенья были слаще, пуще…
````````````````````````````````днём мяса к нему  будешь добавлять,
``````````````````````````````````а к ночи маслом мне благоухать,
``````````````````````````````````чтоб ласки стали восхитительны.
```````````````````````````````````Не думай о дрожжах, подбиты,
```````````````````````````````````````и я не расточительна.
`````````````````````````````````````Желанья прорастают в нас
````````````````````````````после того, как хлеб благословила страсть.
`````````````````````````````Приправлен перцем он чуть-чуть и солью,
`````````````````````````````так мягок, свеж, похож на кожу губ моих,
```````````````````````````````````````раздвинутых невольно.
``````````````````````````````````Твой тёплый, пропечённый хлеб.
``````````````````````````````````Грядущий день встречаешь с ним,
`````````````````````````в ласк молоке готов купать – излюбленный рецепт.
``````````````````````````````С тобою мы как виды хлеба в сэндвиче
```````````````````````````````````````с пикантною сосиской.
```````````````````````````````````Часами наслаждение бесценное
`````````````````````````````````под небом, где удача бескорыстно…
```````````````````````````````````Хлеб каждого дарованного дня –
``````````````````````````````нам пиршество любви и праздник знойный,
```````````````````````````````ты мнёшь его и гладишь, радуя меня,
```````````````````````````````тепло покуда сохраняет кладовой он.
``````````````````````````````````Надолго остаюсь я в небе рта,
``````````````````````````````````и превращаюсь в пышущую сдобу,
`````````````````````````````````````пирог вновь жалуют уста –
``````````````````````````````````божественное лакомство, особое.

22.06.2013