Alexandro Johns Poems

Me gustaría comenzar de nuevo,
devolvería mis años como plumas gastadas
y me iría a vagar sin padres ni parientes
por caminos recién abiertos para mí.
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I would like beginning again.
I might return my years
like worn feathers.
And I would go away
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Flotando en la playa
como anémonas muertas
dos niños sirios volvieron al silencio.
Hicieron su camino
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-Tell me your history
as individual:

-'Music seems sad to me
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No podrás ignorar la certeza
Del fuego negro
Que envolverá tu ocaso
Como rayo apagado
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You can't ignore the truth
Of the black fire
That will wrap your sunset
As a ray turned off
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César, el Vallejo de los impuros
no estás muerto tan lejos,
en noches sin forma
por caminos a garrote
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César, the Vallejo of the impure ones
you are not dead so far,
in nights without shape
by roads to sticks
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Before I could see him twice he crossed The Andes;
later he married in Argentine and never again returned.
I stopped the visiting to grandmother and uncles,
then we would cross in the streets without looking each other.
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Me lleva la tristeza,
la enemiga que hoy me arrastra
como un agua sexual
que corre por mis recuerdos
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