The Return Journey (Jorge Carerra Andrade Poems)
My life was a geographyI surveyed over and over again,a book of maps or dreams.In America I awakened.Were these perhaps ...
My life was a geographyI surveyed over and over again,a book of maps or dreams.In America I awakened.Were these perhaps ...
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
I was born in the century of the death of the rosewhen the motor had already driven out the angels.Quito ...
The world is covered with cradlesthat sing in the night.Man lives accumulating blocks of stonefor the houses of the future ...
You turn into a plant on the coasts of time.With a chalice of round skyand tunnel for traffic,you are the ...
My shadow, penetrated by dewy pastures,by constellations imprisoned in farmhouses,the breathing of sleeping menin their temporary tombs,advances down a road ...
The window born of a desire for skyhas stationed itself in the black wall like an angel:it's friend to man,a ...
COMRADES: the world is built upon our deadand our feet have created all the roads.Also, beneath every sky, there is ...
You, panther and statue, angel of fruit,sexual bread shop, monument of wheat,with throat pierced by the dartof a sudden word, ...
Refracted into brilliance,last candles hissin the mountain's rainy mist.Village Indians carry sunriseon the blades of their sicklesinto the lowlands.In steam ...
Fruit seller churchseated at the corner of life:crystal orange windows,the sugar cane organ.Angels: little chicksof Mother Mary.The blue-eyed bellwanders off ...
In bookstores there are no books,in books no words,in words no essence:there are only husks.In museums and waiting roomsare painted ...
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