photo: Sebastian Miquel The old your child clown
1
Avanza and my son, from the vain
where the folds of the strong purple
hide the impudence of the machines
-so useful true-
abandonment of large curtains that have hung
as dead birds in the dust moves
from the shade and make your bow
as if you were never coming back.
2
're in the middle of Light: front
opens
enormous gulf of darkness where there is no doubt that someone watches you
with a thousand hungry eyes.
Sometimes you'll hear coughing, laughing as sneak, sneeze
perhaps shudder, never
what you really see. Bend,
for as cane in the wind: but look
While drawing the curve around the end
is art.
3
And now
what will you do? You definitely have escaped
my sleeplessness, and almost as if I
also the grim leviathan
I look back and forth on stage, but irrestañable
with apprehension. Are you sure
weight
fair balls that you delivered to the air?
And the fish, perhaps misjudged
strange mood
and after color change.
Disaster sensitive
disasters, who knows what else
.
(The invisible
yesterday had no mercy.)
4
But tomorrow, when the old
thoroughly sweep today
the little left in
butts all over the desolate
wide space where no one ever: import
the thunder of the glory or the silence
of crumpled paper in a corner
under the dust of yesterday? Nobody knows.
Yet
is necessary to do well.
1
Avanza and my son, from the vain
where the folds of the strong purple
hide the impudence of the machines
-so useful true-
abandonment of large curtains that have hung
as dead birds in the dust moves
from the shade and make your bow
as if you were never coming back.
2
're in the middle of Light: front
opens
enormous gulf of darkness where there is no doubt that someone watches you
with a thousand hungry eyes.
Sometimes you'll hear coughing, laughing as sneak, sneeze
perhaps shudder, never
what you really see. Bend,
for as cane in the wind: but look
While drawing the curve around the end
is art.
3
And now
what will you do? You definitely have escaped
my sleeplessness, and almost as if I
also the grim leviathan
I look back and forth on stage, but irrestañable
with apprehension. Are you sure
weight
fair balls that you delivered to the air?
And the fish, perhaps misjudged
strange mood
and after color change.
Disaster sensitive
disasters, who knows what else
.
(The invisible
yesterday had no mercy.)
4
But tomorrow, when the old
thoroughly sweep today
the little left in
butts all over the desolate
wide space where no one ever: import
the thunder of the glory or the silence
of crumpled paper in a corner
under the dust of yesterday? Nobody knows.
Yet
is necessary to do well.
DIEGO-Cuba ELISEO
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