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Dante Medina,

Letter to God for being unable to pay the electricity bill


give God everything,
take away something. Das
the morning light, time, God
Quítame, please, a little health
that I die for it.
Quítame, if you want,
some teeth
I think I have many.
give God everything.
To me take away something. Das
the morning light, and do it well, God.
Quítame, please heard some
to continue listening anyway.
Quítame, if you want,
mental agility a little, little bit,
nothing that will fool me more. Das
the morning light, and some people even realize that there are,
God.
Quítame, please, something that I have
because I am of those who have more than eaten.
Quítame, if you want,
my car, make some of those who rob banks
stuck with a computer keystroke with my savings.
return
I pray - and for what I write is for that -
not take away the light.
Please do not take away the light.
Daylight.
This you just wrote.
Take it as a plea

or take it as a prayer. Take

you like, but please
everything you can,
not take away the light of day Lord, do not take away the light.




PS: I'll keep writing, but not at night, as before.

Letter Service Disconnect

without leaving traces,

From the window of our blog, we share with all our friends this fourth book Sin leaving traces of the collection "Poetry in the distance," and we will open, little by little, the pages of it.

                                       

                                                  • Esteban Martinez Serra •





Interior snow

Nieva so softly that it is sad to note

the agony of the flakes on the railing.


My mother hangs the freshly rinsed


on the backs of dining chairs


while we look with disappointment


the extinction of a joy: a landscape


snow dull, defeated at last on the terrazzo.


My mother excommunicated pain-and old-


a stubborn animal shot. His eyes stop,


sometimes fragile icicles on things.


Over time I learned that, like snow,


memories of my mother were to be


the same soft, sad, given transparency .