Piracy
We have to see a movie
Agustina, a video we rented.
At first spend a
progress and some publicity. After
alert
Agustina on piracy and laughs.
- How do you laugh? I ask.
-of "piracy."
- What does it mean for you, the word piracy?
-A business that sells pirate papa.
On leaving the garden
I'll get my daughter to kindergarten.
The exit is through a side gate and when I
many parents are already waiting. After a while, Miss
teacher opens the gate and asked
students to hurry. Then I can see
Agustina among many
celestial dust that crowd amid a bustle.
When he finally comes out and took my hand, Agustina
stops at the foot of the lady who set the pace
banging impatient with the tips, and a clear
gesture of astonishment in his eyes, I said:
-Pope: this lady is angry shoes. Landscape
In the corner I get a black dog
like me, who has been left out.
The house has a blue door
like me and a way of geraniums
to the door almost stone.
then extends a long row of houses
to the other corner, all mixed,
where a pine tree stands as I
and a moving van.
There's a lady like me
selling pins, needles and thread
door to door.
A neighbor and I go out with your daily
your portfolio list. Say hello to your children
who are like me and will quicken the pace.
In the cobblestones like me, it senses a
rain and
eagle shadow strokes banana
sidewalk.
The village is green and I
and uneven as a whole
tree roots and bare, bony hands
of an elder.
The village is quiet and beautiful at nine.
The morning is sweet in his hands.
a man as I pushed his car.
Stops at the dump across the street
where he finds an old engine as I
may well be of a washing machine.
A couple as I descended from a car
front of the house which is rented. They kiss in
threshold and then she looks for a key that has him and
behind his back.
Behind the post office building and up,
clouds rise like me who hatched the next storm. The wind swirls
role of propaganda.
The black dog barks the bars of the gate.
Street turns gray like me.
Black clouds like mountains strung upside down. Beyond
, well above the death appears to be
in the grip of a god. Death and the storm
within an ad irrevocable.
Spend a pregnant woman and her son holding hands.
The boy carries a ball like me.
Spend a man on a bicycle having a beret like me.
all away.
observed from the street corner.
perspective gives me knotted trees by the wind,
and cross themselves before the cobblestones that are left
lulled by the branches.
There is no one on this street.
And when the wind stops, starts to rain a rain
like me and change the landscape. Will be a single wash, a sound
extensive and fresh. And all
shine and look like you just created.
Amid the rain, I'll be completely myself.
This street trees. All things under heaven
of branches and leaves shaking.
Everything in one soul all mine.
bacanal
poets read poets, painters
release areas and someone writes and someone
drawn past and I do nothing
backwards this morning with my people
no one
my soul just seven thousand houses collapsed
all
Great Dane
Mirror Standing on domestic
ruins
seeking a place among the Chinese vase,
shelf adorned with unequal and box with the battle
backwards, the Great Dane supports his nose and draw
vapor balloon in the mirror. Look. Perhaps
sensed something.
seems to discover and also two 's company.
Tree
have pruned the tree
of my street.
is naked, the poor,
and cold.
there not be a good neighbor
tile you one morning? Heaven
Heaven in your eyes is a beautiful scandal. Vicente
Huidobro'd have known better.
Giannuzzi, Beckett, Pessoa, Lezama Lima,
Catullus, Octavio Paz, Whitman, Hermann Hesse,
Paul Eluard, John L. Ortiz had told him better.
But I'm the one who kisses you eyes, the sky.
Claims
went to the beach early
and saw that someone had written in huge letters
in the sand:
JESUS \u200b\u200bSAID I AM THE WAY THE TRUTH AND
LIFE
Behind the sea seemed to say, I'm
sea.
Date found
the old calendar year
met you but the day I met you was not there.
September 18 was a yes
but do not know what world.
The heron
Amid the contaminated canal,
between the stinking mud, oil
thousand engines, garbage that comes
egret: perfect, bright.
Not a spot has, or at least splash
heron suit.
I do not understand how you do not have set it
advertisers, manufacturers
of laundry soap.
poetic art
this futile exercise these papers piled
this life I live and bring
like saying these
be explored to justify myself in the world
say anything and stay empty dream
quietly for the nightmares of reality do not listen
Leda and the Swan by Michelangelo
On one wall of the café is the
reproduction
Leda and the Swan by Michelangelo.
La pared de enfrente está cubierta por un espejo enorme.
En el espejo se refleja Leda y el cisne, una mesa,
dos sillas y dos señoras que acaban de sentarse.
Las señoras lucen demasiado vestidas con respecto a Leda.
El cisne se parece mucho a una de ellas.
El cuadro se altera cuando ingresa el mozo. Se ve de espaldas
en el espejo y pasa a cubrir las partes más expuestas de Leda.
Magia
Un poeta ve un árbol seco y le dispara una palabra.
El árbol insinúa caer pero se llena de pájaros.
De pronto pasan hojas verdes que vuelan en bandada
towards horizon. Birds shrug and mutter
is not there. The leaves become agitated and say we spent
. Before the poet sheaths his pen blow it.
With the smoke makes a ball and place it on a tree branch.
say thanks for the birds nest.
A dice
Agito
the shaker and threw the dice.
six and three.
Six appears to me a building.
The three stairs.
the stair into the building.
ground floor and two floors. Nine-
result of six plus three-
are the canonical muses. That must be teasing
this poem.
The Toy
I'm his favorite toy comb
me tweak my cheekbones
me with open arms
closes
me I feel to your table where
there are some clunkers
a set of beauty
an old pony
without an eye and suddenly I stand up
me turn down my pants
takes a 6 volt battery and tell me
Fear not Fear not
is to talk
to sing
time a kid I thought that if a clock
plunged into a bucket of water
time would stop forever.
I never dared to sacrifice any of the watches
who lived in the house.
not to jeopardize the time. Pyrope
The sun drinks from your light.
What piola:
so anyone is sunshine. Tremors
heard on the news tonight
morning that an earthquake had
rocked some parts of Buenos Aires
just
the moment when I said no. Revenge
My revenge is that one day a verse
give you mine and you reach
undress completely when you walk down the street.
Marksmanship
The
Cupid's arrow through the heart of a cow
hanging over the counter
the carnage.
account I did not see
and ask for a kilo of veal cutlets.
When I was in love
did not pass these things.
Contrablanco
White paper
the white table
air
I
white, white,
whitely sitting on white floor.
And the poem?
four white walls under a white ceiling.
- Basta!
I slammed leaving the key inside.
When I return I will be a wizard and open the door with a bird
previously discussed.
will show that all the doors open with a bird
and a blank may be a dove.
Good advice
In times of drought literary
the poet should expect an evening thunderstorm
, up to a terrace,
take a lightning rod in a support role
to experience if he is given the
poem as divine command. Poster
The second side gate
the supermarket and
supported by two iron pipes, stands a sign
hit and sunk back, saying: NO PROGRESS
Air
After hours of intense writing
believe that one is the poem.
go outside for air
. Exit
running.
With a bird in one eye
When a bird enters your eye
it is best to remove it immediately.
To the eye, not the bird.
The bird will take the place of the eye.
Not that I've practiced, but
is there anything more beautiful
to look at reality with a bird,
even with a bird?
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