Blanca Varela Poems

let's say you won the race
and the prize
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It's cold this light of memory
slight glimpses insistently
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motionless it devours light
obscenely red it opens
loathsome perfection of
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A star explodes in a small plaza and a bird loses its eyes
and falls. Around it men weep and watch the progress
of the new season. The river flows and bears in its cold
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I haven't looked
customarily if I hear a bird's song
I say (to nobody) Hey: a bird!
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you can tell me anything
believing isn't important
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being in something
once or always
stone animal man
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It doesn't matter the time or the day
close your eyes
stamp your foot three
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let's say that you won the race
and the prize was another race
that you didn't drink victory's win
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A soul yes a soul that wandered through cities
dressed like a dog and like a man
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