Alexandro Johns Poems

Caminé en un desierto para olvidar sus pasos
Bajo un sol que hizo arder hasta mi sombra
Me hablaron las arenas como a todos los locos
Que han dejado de amar y a los que nadie nombra.
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Her face is a dying star in the distance.
She blinks when I feel her again
As the alcohol of a lost feast that still sounds
Inside the dream where she lives.
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The king shot elephants,
he shamed forever his grandchildren
and now like an old pachyderm
he limps close to the Stygian lagoon.
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They are floating on the beach
such as dead anemones,
the two Syrian children
returned to the silence.
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Como los enamorados
de hoy
que dejan candados
en los puentes,
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It is a dark river flowing to the sea
that becomes part of the history again:
The walls of the fortress
are without lookouts nor loyal soldiers.
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We must forgive God
for the pain in the world,
we know the enigma in beauty
but we are tired of killing by its name
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Así como las ranas suplicaban a Zeus un rey,
dos lobos que aúllan bajo la luna
piden el soplo terminal de los átomos
que pueden arrasar toda la tierra.
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The wheat
after the cut of bread,
the beheaded singing of birds
inside the cage of my blood,
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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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