Blanca Varela Poems

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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I dreamed of a dog
a skinned dog
its body sang its red body whistled
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distantyet never so close
we walk a sinking earth
lying down on her or simply standing
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I explore the flame and do not extinguish it because I love its dolorous heat,
its distraught and soundless tongues,
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And this "where to"? So dry and so distant
that I pause to hear it return to my body,
to feel it enter the blood spewing forth
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Nothing stops the star ascending above the wavy sands.
Nocturnal sweetness vanquishes the archer,
diminishing the pale smile of his blue lips,
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