Some Texts
Citizens
and
other boleros for shuffling
"Why do you persist, relentless mirror?"
belong to a generation that inherited the weapons of a frustrated revolution
born early more for the future
too late for
suffer from an unhealthy nostalgia
impotence
constructive formulas contempt which makes the breathing
poetry in the service of firms
my arrogant ignorance disguised admiration for
Góngora and Verlaine
hide my fears and resentment after criticism rasa
and easy booklet
I have the hope of not having sold
even suspect of giving concessions
belong to a generation to lead the lungs
whose original sin is the
who fled from the
universities and made the ambiguity suparadigma
a generation denied by the gods
to filter
love with PVC a nauseating
asépcia
WALK A LITTLE
I walk just a little
without a desire for more pleasure
no less
hands full of papers
taciturn face who makes a living with black smoke and words
without a desire for more pleasure
no less
hands full of papers
taciturn face who makes a living with black smoke and words
Just walk around take my place in the ranks
the theaters
banks of brothels hospital
bottled in a collective
south and return to painful shoes
I take a walk a bit slowly
tirelessly to repeat verses to oblivion
to find licensed streets
banish silence tirelessly to repeat verses to oblivion
to find licensed streets
Walk a little to cross the borders of the tedium meridians
to quench this hunger that is not religious or conceptual
to find an awkward walker in words
to sit in a place to write a poem
SHADOW
Shadow of the shadow back east
candelaria shadow of
winter morning shade inland leg pendulum
paulista
noon small hidden under my soles
dressed in powder shadow dirty water asphalt
solid projection of my absences
join me this bolero
rebuild my mountain my beers
shadow candelaria pendulum paulista
MAY
absent
Today I did not say goodbye day I left without saying goodbye to the night without baggage, without even today
soon I left the border of the times
to that place between the real and the created
a belch seems caught in an undertow
separating pain than pleasure
uterus and poets call I call unprecedented.
I went with a bolero for not returning
but by sorrow no one else could hope
prioritizes
sick and tired I hate common.
going back and tonight, God willing
may not dream.
STATES POLITICAL
Today I woke up with a democratic arrechera
distributing a little everyone
with duties and rights constituted
protest march in the streets of my thoughts
throwing rocks at my
police a demagogic speech with optimism
forced to choose by the despair
awaiting awoke dictatorship
bombing of a rising or begging
revolution or death
wanting some anarchic pop GANAS
Today I do what the dog me
win but my desire to know only
barking dogs are canine
in this rain of cats
viralatas want
cacris
shitty win marginal
homeless street without an owner wanted
after
gamín
beggar without
ancestry who can not tackle frisvi
who do not pull stunts
Tierrita to fuck her
today I do what I the dog wins
'll bring it to the street has to urinate posts
asus to learn to bite
But yeah!
Not a pirouette! Not a single Frisvi
!
Not a pirouette! Not a single Frisvi
!
Yesterday I saw (synonyms)
Yesterday I saw relief
passengers holding hands and lungs contain smoke
desperate effort assuring the lyrics of a song
nothing stopping
look at grabbing coins on the floor clinging to hatred
igniting the fear of a knife
seized more death than life
passengers holding hands and lungs contain smoke
desperate effort assuring the lyrics of a song
nothing stopping
look at grabbing coins on the floor clinging to hatred
igniting the fear of a knife
seized more death than life
SMALL
small voice of an angel
Lead
of hungry eyes looking
hate hand
absence of fingers of feet condemns Shiite
scary steps of faith living mind dead
of small ...
Lead
of hungry eyes looking
hate hand
absence of fingers of feet condemns Shiite
scary steps of faith living mind dead
of small ...
DAYS CHILD
Days when you hide behind the counter lines at the corners. Costume
city not be seen by too much sun Costume
city not be seen by a very heavy rain Costume
city not be seen by a sound too dense
days city not be seen by too much sun Costume
city not be seen by a very heavy rain Costume
city not be seen by a sound too dense
which you run away on the edge of the backside bottles
in the face of drivers.
in the face of drivers.
of improvised dressing rooms for the function of our daily Brecht
of improvised costumes for the ready-to-die portet
night of improvised costumes for the cocktail of smoke cheap and hungry face
days that stretch hand and holding an embarrassing run sales. Joyous laughter
you become more vulnerable to hatred of happy laughter
more you become suspicious death of happy laughter
you become more free time and dust
forgot to stress in man.
Mario Benedetti
not know the second person singular
not know the words on the gerund not
not know some complex conjugates
but above all do not know
not know the words on the gerund not
not know some complex conjugates
but above all do not know
verbs do not care about the rules
spelling for you the points and commas are
traffic light sponge and soap and hunger substantive
the syntax
speak in this
apocope neologistic and discovered the synthesis of gestures
discovered that the force words depends on the you have on hand
also discovered that no money, no accents
CHRONIC
The impact crash hot rush of fear silence eyes now , embedded forever in a cold stare, which does not accompany the weight that provides resistance to gravity. Their bones
days counted years into his lungs the resin filled in for the flu and tuberculosis and the soles of his feet to the fire hardened asphalt and cement.
more I will not see it in bars rapping Anhangabaú, eating fire on Avenida La Reforma, selling parakeet in Santa Fe, or killing crabs hunger and the smoke from a car antenna. Already
old pederast not forced to swim to charge you eaten and smoked, the women's car will not raise glasses to see or have to hide from the cold and the police in the sewers.
Today nobody will get them, no one ever asked where I was and hopefully a priest read a short prayer to be buried in a pit while public.
LEGS
My thoughts lie at some future
in not missing the cold and prayers.
unusable on a question with obvious answer.
in a poem whose destination is oblivion
or perhaps between those legs that never kiss.
my body protests this winter sweater
provided declares independence of sensations and movements
despises dreams and imposes its dictates
absences exudes on morals and ethics.
and I in this body and these thoughts will build a trip
step
a railroad in which the contradiction with the uncertainty
climb and there is no breathing
poetic and perhaps
can kiss those legs in the exercise of my freedom extreme.
step
a railroad in which the contradiction with the uncertainty
climb and there is no breathing
poetic and perhaps
can kiss those legs in the exercise of my freedom extreme.
MORAL OF JACK
slip through your hair until your eyes dark lake
from the flesh and blood of your lips
suspended until the vertigo your nipples
comings and goings of pubis is
start and end in hope that gravitates to sadistic insistence.
importing signatures and seals in the bathroom?
partnerships that are important to the statues of salt?
forget all states of mind
up
and I who take the blame ink and rice
in the disorder of my idea is open and close roads
my hands go in the footsteps of your skin
and failed attempts are only
my hands go in the footsteps of your skin
and failed attempts are only
where you were in the evenings Madrid?
in the days of cold and fatigue
where you were before you arrive and bring your fears
my absence?
in the days of cold and fatigue
where you were before you arrive and bring your fears
my absence?
there
meter or rhythm, breathing
interrupted by the time the sweat is bitter when fatigue is not fully
and certainly it was not overshadow what will come
and I'm starting to other
roads and other words and I drown the whispers in the three points of a mess I expected
colors in the sweet violence of a frustrated
bite of an erection of memory that my back starts
meter or rhythm, breathing
interrupted by the time the sweat is bitter when fatigue is not fully
and certainly it was not overshadow what will come
and I'm starting to other
roads and other words and I drown the whispers in the three points of a mess I expected
colors in the sweet violence of a frustrated
bite of an erection of memory that my back starts
declare my cat
moral abhorrence of castration as the fullness and I though
either from the passivity of the viewer to delve into your secrets
in the day that I can offer my
moral abhorrence of castration as the fullness and I though
either from the passivity of the viewer to delve into your secrets
in the day that I can offer my
ABSENCE (BOLERO)
Me absent in your absences
when you're not I'm not leaving this nightmare
skin without a proper name
long bone cold without phosphorus and oxygen
sleeper rail or train alone without hunger
despised by beggars and dogs
this
incomplete body of this black and white dream when you return
but when you come back and play again on my door
call home and not far between your legs
and fast highway of my veins
swells the muscles that were not homo erectus
and I cave
your period back. Back
.
when you're not I'm not leaving this nightmare
skin without a proper name
long bone cold without phosphorus and oxygen
sleeper rail or train alone without hunger
despised by beggars and dogs
this
incomplete body of this black and white dream when you return
but when you come back and play again on my door
call home and not far between your legs
and fast highway of my veins
swells the muscles that were not homo erectus
and I cave
your period back. Back
.
SLEEP TOMORROW (FETISH)
seen to visit your body
skin change with every game
walked slowly up the street from your body to the shock
skins
to cry over dual
skin change with every game
walked slowly up the street from your body to the shock
skins
to cry over dual
glass eyes laugh and smile
awake tonight no pain
only blood is thicker than sweat
day only abides
awake tonight no pain
only blood is thicker than sweat
day only abides
fatigue bra let me steal your panties worship
put your shoes let me see through the veil of your socks
put your shoes let me see through the veil of your socks
Today morning I sleep with you by my side
NEAR MY SLEEP
After all breathe just a physiological act
but rapid breathing
choppy slow breathing
say with deep emotion
is just a physiological event and there
nights in which sleep is the future that sleeps in waking
in which the poem depends on the laziness and cold
only attacks the eyes and scrotum
and tremble
solitude and company in which sleep is the only the anvil on your back
and sit in your ears engines, sirens and barking and breathing
atonal with yours is
just a physiological act
INTUITION
sensed time but fear
ocerlo avoids the question would be to end the history that written by the victors
assume that the world is divided into pariahs and parasites
that there is no spirit, no God and therefore no salvation
that words are as false as we thought
accept that the philosopher was right and there are more vague the necessary
ahead of the reality that everything is over and we could
dispense with both tears and much laughter
that love lives in the crotch
that humanity is founded on a sham
that ...
why not ask me, or recognize it, or I assume, or accept it.
to do so would be unemployed.
Pedant DRAMAS
mud They forgot the genesis of your words Empedocles
Dante you will
buried in libraries and what is worse
intellectual tedium of my dear mad Federico cite it to the populists and Simón Rodríguez
I burned the bureaucrats
Dante you will
buried in libraries and what is worse
intellectual tedium of my dear mad Federico cite it to the populists and Simón Rodríguez
I burned the bureaucrats
or bugs I talk about Kafka
your Quijano Cervantes thesis madness only
to
Folklore Lorca became a souvenir Pushkin Manifesto
Borges and ego
your Quijano Cervantes thesis madness only
to
Folklore Lorca became a souvenir Pushkin Manifesto
Borges and ego
A Vallejos only read the sculptors
to the musicians who read Cortazar Pessoa
can be anyone
engine Mishima
things became difficult for Poe
Nazoa
Rilke is a band only a condom
Guillen had the luck of the Son
to the musicians who read Cortazar Pessoa
can be anyone
engine Mishima
things became difficult for Poe
Nazoa
Rilke is a band only a condom
Guillen had the luck of the Son
could speak of Many More
Joyce perhaps, de Andrade, Lezama, Whitman,
Pirandello, Baudelaire, Papini, Keats, Gongora or Genet.
But I am afraid of dramatic call me pedantic.
Joyce perhaps, de Andrade, Lezama, Whitman,
Pirandello, Baudelaire, Papini, Keats, Gongora or Genet.
But I am afraid of dramatic call me pedantic.
I
The signal evolution is indistinguishable from the noise of the crowds who
only saves Delivery takes
II
Unnamed ephemeral
word meaning prayer
no longer works in the act of faith required
III
shadow outline of
perfect
inaccuracies
lengthens in the land barrier
write
only
is a movement out
IV
thinking moves in the air and vertigo identified
vacuum forms
vacuum forms
V
pursue steps
endpoint
funnel and the eternal walk
only trace
endpoint
funnel and the eternal walk
only trace
sweat
VI
The back is filled
itching palms and knees burning sores
face sun shade
VII
eyes
observe the pit
keepsake shadow curtain
VIII
crazy running after the death
AS
hope to finish to find the promise
AS
hope to finish to find the promise
IX
DECI
nose
of
poet in
body of semiologist
nose
of
poet in
body of semiologist
POET, I SEE
Haroldo de Campos
I met Oswald (the shaman) while devouring a heart
oil in the eternal summer of 90
Caracas discussed with the Chief Seattle exchanged
gods as I listened from my baroque Fania-Motow
and pruning the tree that you threw the club (everyone thinks it was hammer) or com
esmagou da palavra à certainty. Ezra Pound
Roger Herrera engendered a beer in each "El Conde"
Stalinist Chinese dressed in the afternoon
suicide
Ramos Sucre and in the days that I forgot the tea
Beckett Adorno
swore revenge and so far I do not get a fish
ugly enough to call
July meantime I bottled after a whale south Embarba
two maps and an ideogram.
Stephan, Cesar and Mariano do not play with me loaded dice
discovered my skin
in the morning when breakfast naked and Bukovsky
Kerouac got lost in a maze of Piranesi
after spending a penetrable de Soto
that only I read Dante's Paradise bound by Moloy
and philosophy made me
poetry when I defended the paradigms of a lost cause
profess a cult secret that the
Sor Juana Inés genitals
Carpentier compass Lezama
the snuff toys
and Achilles
life as I have read
Abdala lost the stone but not the letters
Severo and José Luis watch my stars so calmly
translate a
and recreation poetamenos circulator
Bakunin and Heraclitus devagar drinking mate with Nietzsche died
Capeletti AISD and loathing
Sandra introduced me to Benjamin
because I did not queue to see Guillermo Eco
and turned around the World in Eighty Books
not know how or if I saw it was worth
however is the sum of my pride
Delgados pulled no ball so I do not speak
to machines or I'll wait by the traumas of Zé
or university bureaucracies
because "I did not come to let anybody sleep
or men, or the gods."
oil in the eternal summer of 90
Caracas discussed with the Chief Seattle exchanged
gods as I listened from my baroque Fania-Motow
and pruning the tree that you threw the club (everyone thinks it was hammer) or com
esmagou da palavra à certainty. Ezra Pound
Roger Herrera engendered a beer in each "El Conde"
Stalinist Chinese dressed in the afternoon
suicide
Ramos Sucre and in the days that I forgot the tea
Beckett Adorno
swore revenge and so far I do not get a fish
ugly enough to call
July meantime I bottled after a whale south Embarba
two maps and an ideogram.
Stephan, Cesar and Mariano do not play with me loaded dice
discovered my skin
in the morning when breakfast naked and Bukovsky
Kerouac got lost in a maze of Piranesi
after spending a penetrable de Soto
that only I read Dante's Paradise bound by Moloy
and philosophy made me
poetry when I defended the paradigms of a lost cause
profess a cult secret that the
Sor Juana Inés genitals
Carpentier compass Lezama
the snuff toys
and Achilles
life as I have read
Abdala lost the stone but not the letters
Severo and José Luis watch my stars so calmly
translate a
and recreation poetamenos circulator
Bakunin and Heraclitus devagar drinking mate with Nietzsche died
Capeletti AISD and loathing
Sandra introduced me to Benjamin
because I did not queue to see Guillermo Eco
and turned around the World in Eighty Books
not know how or if I saw it was worth
however is the sum of my pride
Delgados pulled no ball so I do not speak
to machines or I'll wait by the traumas of Zé
or university bureaucracies
because "I did not come to let anybody sleep
or men, or the gods."
CANTO
A HERMANN HAUSER
He thought of dying for love and it was not a star
drawing the pants
hope of a love that will make the elderly more pleasant
vanished in the hospital
He thought at the time and the end
road on the edge of pain
some books, some hate
memories, silence
the touch, lying
and the margin of loneliness
He thought of dying for love and it was not
jumped to meet redemption
vacuum without tears or goodbye
without blood or friends
gods or religion
drawing the pants
hope of a love that will make the elderly more pleasant
vanished in the hospital
He thought at the time and the end
road on the edge of pain
some books, some hate
memories, silence
the touch, lying
and the margin of loneliness
He thought of dying for love and it was not
jumped to meet redemption
vacuum without tears or goodbye
without blood or friends
gods or religion
