Alexandro Johns Poems

La bondad y el horror estuvieron en mí;
pude imitar la santidad de los elefantes,
la cordura existencial de los gatos
y la cándida alegria de un delfín,
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I'm over reading the silent
that covers this 2020's reality:
The crowned pest has arrived,
it came to dispute our illusory kingdom.
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The man I am, nobody can see.
A forest of faces chases me
to make up the tale of my life.
I've always lived
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Next to my friend, the Autumn,
I walk on the rust of time
that piles up as fallen leaves on the footpath,
and I leave behind
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I hear the falling rain
and I fell as if the night
it flooding me
with all sorrows of unknown people,
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Mi tío llegó a la muerte
con un ruido de botellas quebradas
sobre la frágil proa de su alma,
así por fin se liberó su cuerpo
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When my uncle fell into poverty
he sold his books
and at the closing lids of his tale
he got lighten the soul
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We have been abandoned by gods
or they are inside us for our destruction?
We stop crying the innocent deaths:
Who mourns for my indians?
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1.-

Autumn wind-
In the darkness of forest
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In the platform of a train station to The Andes
a mother and her child in gestation
that evening they were hiding from the reproach of siblings,
the priest's condemnation and the arrogant grandmother,
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