Neither
like you. Nor like me.
If it is necessary
for living
let everything die.
Poetry
independent
of any passion
does not fear death
because death
is its illuminated presence
and in that dimension
more than dying
blood is transformed.
Animal
womb
giving birth to the universe
guttural voice
nocturnal of the poet
stone and, at the same time,
a feline movement
among the trees.
Exotic
food and preludes
of fruit soggy by the rain
nest in your body,
bleeding fleshes of time
ferocious as violent roots
tied to love.
To
see the video you must have installed the programmes in your computer.
I
turned back over my steps to congratulate myself, this time I come back without
any shadow under my arm, it is a loaf of bread, as in the old childhood tales
what, this time, I bring under my arm. Everything will start with acelebration.
Large
posters will communicate that everything has been eaten by poetry.
I
want to be psychoanalysed.
There are things which happened
that my whims buried,
but they continued to live in me.
I am the singing which was torn out of my skin
but today I have come only for the singing.
The
current man has no destiny, because the current man is the religious man and the
religious man organises in armies with other men or does not finish anything.
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In
due time I will obtain something mine for me. The rest will belong to the world,
to which I owe everything.
I
was invaded by common words, common events. I
belonged entirely to hunger, to the people.
Now I am from the wind its spells.
The rumps of mystery. A
survivor of exile, of mediocrity.
Indio Gris
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