Alexandro Johns Poems

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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Es un río oscuro hacia el mismo mar
que vuelve a ser parte de la historia:
los muros de la fortaleza
están sin vigías ni soldados leales,
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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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The old friends meet,
it is difficult
they comment or rejoice
with actual experiences.
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Déjame rodar en ti
Río prometido
Donde la juventud
Se lava del futuro
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Sweet girl,
If will last your body
And your eyes
Kept on illuminating
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A grandmother, a mother and her five year old son
Where in Le Bataclan that day.
They had moved to Paris-
Away from the hatred of Los Andes.
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The tree of inequality grew up
In the midst of The Garden of Earthly Delights,
But nobody wants to see it.
It may reach to tear the clouds
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