Francisco Cenamor,
the end of history
no longer makes sense
normal to cut the street with pots
magnolias planted on highways
ruin the future to foster hope
put commas between subject and predicate
running backs feeling this
condemn without trial, without conviction
prosecute up the stairs two at a
open wide the windows of
old modern rooms empty shelves metal
go whistling to the library flags fly
transparent that we do not muzzle the eyes
surprise
embraced the outcast who came away, the prostitute killing
laughter heartbreak
go to the employment office singing
puccini opera pay unemployment primer
recite poetry from the gallows
build firmly in the clouds
and every night, dreamed of hiding in the garden
ignoring general elections and credit cards
the book Loving clouds. Thalassa Ediciones, Madrid, 1999.
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