A longing that hurts flowers in fury
subtle, fertile soil that stinks
late morning asphyxiated . It comes
buried in oblivion
blood, invoked, not wanting to return
, tainted by outside
causes.
The fault is in their leaves torn,
buried in history. That is the verb
and costume. Menudo
problem, leave it, call it, to be resonating
anyway. Suspected child
.
Rodrigo Meza L.
Chile
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------ Claudio Bertoni (Chilean poet, was born in Santiago on 11th February 1946):
MY MOTHER AND I
we live a life
perfectly sad and quiet. I'm going shopping
she cooks and I wash the pots. We see television
from two p.m.
until one o'clock
doing intermediate to eat and urinate.
lock doors at night I turn the lights
I return to my room and I do not know
undress and I decide not to read or do abdominal
I have no mood to think of anyone
and sitting on the edge of the bed
feel nostalgia for the time it used to masturbate.
IX - 1972
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