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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
Death
Walks with crutches
Through those seconds of light
While
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
Posted by Bruce-the-Sheep at 09:26

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