Paul Celan.
From time, I have rather little to lie,
however, it is my duty
hustler,
put new boots,
and throw it to go.
In this time I can not speak
was lost,
that unlike many of
tie, gold was not worth
but bread and friends.
I can say, for example, that parental
showed that lightning
old,
now, at this time,
is nothing more
angle absurdity of a plane
uneven.
Also, when I was
age who read me,
I supposed to live as a Brahmin, but the reality is surely
nightmare as a cannibal,
got me knocking on doors, walking
by neighborhoods inhospitable
and eat at restaurants where they eat pigeons
one in the same dish.
A time that seemed to put
between a tea bag
it expanded and contracted like a slow heartbeat
moved by the forgetfulness of the crowd.
a time into the eyelids
one another to be loved.
a time path to poor, suffering
time, contracting
silent.
Friends of mine who was robbed
time, put it between the
pockets, and at night
gave it to any fellow indigent
a corner.
My friend who does not know which is the time
but
cries every time he feels he has lost
.
encarrado time unabashedly on buses,
time smoking a joint,
time listening to the doors
or Julio Jaramillo.
that time doing what should not when not:
gets to play seriously,
when things need a turning
child and stands to hid
when the thing is biting his nails and fair
average time that Borges,
half headache, toothache
half, the average time
bitch
time and a jet
blood in sink.
time is curvilinear,
abstract logical
. Just
, and although he is
let me sleep better, and the latter
escape,
under the sheets.
time you better let him catch
watches his parents watchmakers.
that when the last day
will say that all we lost.
Edison Diaz
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