Alexandro Johns Poems

Vivo desvelado con un ojo
que igual a un periscopio recorre sigiloso
la estela de las aguas del pasado
y me hace ver de nuevo los barcos que perdí.
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By will of gods died Socrates,
In Mesoamerica another god's man
Would have stabbed him with an obsidian dagger
Only to show the crowd his heart.
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We are looking for a shelter in a closed territory
I am a man with wife and two children
The war destroyed our names
We see ourselves free but we are prisoners
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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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Antes que pudiera verlo dos veces cruzó los Andes,
dijeron que se había casado y nunca más volvió.
Dejé de visitar a la abuela y a los tíos,
luego se cruzarían conmigo sin mirarme.
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-Cuéntame tu historia
como individuo:

-'Toda la música me parece triste
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After dressed
by her sister Josephine and Gloria
I entered to behold her,
she was put on the tiles
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It carries me the sadness
enemy that today drags me
as a sexual water
that flows through my memories
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Los pasajeros del Caronte africano no llegarán a Lampedusa.
La piedra impura en medio del Mare Nostrum
soñada por los que emergen como clones
de los antiguos llevados sin combate al Coliseo.
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The passengers of the Charon's african will not reach to Lampedusa,
the impure stone in the middle of the Mare Nostrum
dreamed by those who emerge like clones
of the men and women dragged without a combat to the Coliseum.
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