Alexandro Johns Poems

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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The old friends meet,
it is difficult
they comment or rejoice
with actual experiences.
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I am the sorcerer of myself
I come mounted on a horseback of traps
Where my torrid desires intersect
With the road that leads me into exile.
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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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Hay un bosque en su olvido
donde el viento
me obliga escuchar palabras
del hijo que no fui
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There is a forest in the oblivion
where the wind
It forces me to listen words
from the son that I wasn't
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Yo soy el hechicero de mi mismo
Montado a caballo de los cepos
Donde se cruzan mis tórridos deseos
Con el camino que me lleva al destierro.
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Let me roll within you
Promised river
Where the youth
It will wash of the future
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