Thursday, 1 December 2016

For a mythology of minor things - Humberto Quino

Like one who wrinkles an old shirt
Goes about naked in the old cinemas
Walks with crutches
Through those seconds of light
I caress your body
Of an unlit firefly
Your face lights up again
In the sphere of smoke
We know
That now it is impossible to recognize ourselves
In that cry
Born in the sidewalks

“Writings of light assault the darkness more prodigious than meteors” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Humberto Quino (born 1950) Bolivia
Translated by Jessica Sequeira
Source: The Missing Slate

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