ETHIOPIA 17 PAREADOS I
This is Vanity Fair and envy.
The disappointing end. A lie life.
II
I barked. But I'm faithful. Oblivion. If I wanted, I would. You
meows. Do not forgive. Spiders feelings.
III
Come, sister. Dream the dream. Rides. Pica spurs.
That there, where we go, father, though dead, awaits. IV
front of me a geranium. Simple
slave creature on earth. I, on legs, I am a slave without wings. V
trees do not flee or scream. Just stay. We
cowards fleeing from death. VI
A rustle in the heart. A spike in the eye.
Since then I bleed and cry, my dear killer. VII
already sown. Wait. Do not dive. Maybe someday
rain in the land of your body and feel your poetry. VIII
In these days of rain
my dog \u200b\u200bwith me and help support this flood of nostalgia. IX
Loneliness has caught me by the hand and leads me to the Photo Album
where my father is revealed. X
Your knife will not cut the water, or sadness in my heart
or suicide thread of my poem. XI
say I was late but never too late to start and be
what we wanted to be: dust and nothing. XII
Red, pink, perfume, glass, water, thirsty, you bleed, I nailed
red rose your body dry. XIII
The garden has been left alone.
only move the leaves. The rest is still as death. XIV
Wait. Always waiting. How long does it all. I have roots
feet, hands, leaves, branches and desires. XV
hurts. Do not turn off this pain and death itself.
Open my grave. You will see my bones still squirm. XVI
The year two thousand eight. I have fifty-four
years and was born in 1954. XVII
Caen on the Bridal Veil twelve bells
pumpkins. In the ground, other twelve wilted. Alfonso Aguado
Ortuño
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