a Gavrí
Imaginary man, go. Here is your passport.You are not allowed to remember.
You have to match the description:
your eyes are already blue.
Don’t escape with the sparks
inside the smokestack:
you are a man, you sit in the train.
Sit comfortably.
You’ve got a decent coat now,
a repaired body, a new name
ready in your throat.
Go. You are not allowed to forget.
Dan Pagis
Imaginary little girl, here are your wings, go...
ResponderEliminarGavrí, el poema iba dedicado a ti. No entiendo lo "no visible". Lo acabo de remediar.
EliminarP.S. Gracias por las alas.
Me las quedo porqué vienen de ti.
https://youtu.be/tCPNywR-y-A
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