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A Little Death..                                                         

 

 

 Gabriela Iacob

 

 

Resting..                                                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                       1.

 

                                                       도려내는 것이 아니다.
                                                       시간도 기억도 
                                                       그리, 베고 누우면                   
                                                       모든 움직임이 사라져 
                  
                                                       정지

 

                                                       없던 것이 되는 것이다.

 

 

 

                                                       2.

 

                                                       가고 내가 남았다.

 

 

 

                                                       3.

 

                                                       푸르르 몸을 떨며 움직이는 초침을 따라
                                                       나는 천천히 태엽을 되감고 있었다.
                                                       전. 더 전…. 그전, 더더. 더
                                                       거스르고 거슬러 할 수만 있다면
                                                       어머니 자궁 속으로 다시 기어들어가
                                                       깨지 않을 잠, 양수일지 눈물일지 
                                                       색도 향도 없이 뒤엉킨 혼돈이라 해도
                                                       형체를 감추어, 도박 같은 딜
                                                       나지 않는 삶
                                                       그 영원한 미궁 속에서 헤매고 싶었다.

 

 

 

                                                       4.

 

                                                       定離, 말이말을먹어다시말로뱉을수있었다면
                                                       산것은산것이며죽음은죽음이었겠느냐, 死線

 

 

 

                                                       5.

 

                                                       네가 웃고 있었다.
                                                       박꽃처럼 하얗게 이를 펼치며
                                                       내내 웃고 있었다.

 

                                                       메모리
                                                       기쁨으로 두게 하라.
                                                       처참해 더욱 찬란해지는

 

                                                       너는 웃었다.

 

 

 

                                                       6.

 

                                                       성당
                                                       그 높은 꼭대기에 매달린 십자가

                                                       그리, 먼 것이다.

 

 

 

                                                       휴면,  2008-09-19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

Ernesto Cortazar ll - Beethovens Silence