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19.7.14

Libro roto



en el aullido se surge
aún el langor no amaina

en el albor de lo que no se logra
me he quejado
admito que mi error fue la duda
envió una onda temblorosa en derredor
un choque didáctico

doy cuartelillo al que se acerque
es inefable y solemne

el toque de queda en la colmena
un avispero desprendido
el accesorio empírico de la verdad
una vez desechado
y mezclado con los infieles de miel
y sus acólitos perfectos

comodín de mudanzas
fuerte por temporadas
agriado de esperas de bus
de raíles sucios
de garras mugres
y de otras vicisitudes emblemáticas

parece saberse de memoria
todos los desgarros de una guerra ajena
y no cabe en su intifada
el baldío motor de las costumbres
tendidas en un barrizal más

la espera en ascuas
mástil de lana
tejido en vacuos espacios
de tan trillada especificidad
que no vale la pena estremecerlos
ni acariciar su recuerdo

prisa anudada
eres un beso que se mueve
con los sueños más esbeltos
cuando se abre el ave
y se expone al viento
los cánceres cesan

9.7.14

Hamelin reenactment



a luring tone is required
for a powerful Hamelin reenactment
it must not be vain
regardless of scope and reach
the instrument must not be hollow
it must not be frightened
all its keys must open doors
the luthier who conceives it
must be holy of heart
his ear must be dented with flair
and his body
must have known deception
whatever the price or panorama
for what exudes falsehood
falls into rabid traps
but this must be curative
the ear is ensnared and lingers
in an unstoppable limbo machine
crippled with beauty
alas not ours for trust or touch
the inequalities persist
a flutter of cars brings us back
to where we were snatched from
everything is just as predictable
a decorative population remains
all parameters are unchanged
traffic-lights behave as expected
they regulate pristinely
their codes of color well oiled
at the denser point of the present
we absorb and are absorbed
by sharp recesses of oblivion
diminutive gems of time
encrusted within various ratios
of a perishable cortex
yes we have been transmuted
and permeated with a different hope
one in which we still cannot wake
at least not for prolonged intervals
not yet and not for all
for those who reach it
it is demanding and exhausting
it is a pinnacle of want
a proclamation of itinerary
and a statement of destination
the wanton fragments of identity
tossed into thin air
and reconfigured by sheer will
we are the codes
we the authors
we the encoders and the decoders
we the codec dreams
we the broken fingers
of transatlantic cables
coated with gutta-percha
and gnawed by the abyss
we to choose
we to be chosen