Caroline Knopf, photo A woman
horror music and me inadvertently invented death
I hiding in the ink on the back on the walls
look tired without his name
and thrown to dust hard to recover
dust of a city that does not exist without their
bones are the bones of
time a woman has forbidden me the craving to be me has broken
soul to the gaze from the bridges have fallen ashes of the hungry hungry
the said will spread the blame in the shadow
and I could not get old between her thighs did not catch her navel
my hands
afternoon did not save us
of the untouchable and nothing
not get a woman dreamed forbidden
still stuck in my kidneys
'm just crash and burn like a
this poem is nothing but a pretext to keep her
aside in a corner are waiting
my lips raw.
- Alejandro D. Herrera Sarduy
- HAPPY YEAR 2011
- THANKS FOR ALWAYS BEING
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