James Joyce
Keep busy writing books,
Around fifteen volumes.
At times write like James Joyce,
Select scenes, juxtapose,
A bandit,
Medicine,
Classroom,
Critics,
And logic.
An old man, a magician
Keeps busy with a rooster,
He plays his flute,
And dances the rooster.
Suddenly, stop, halt,
I return and smile:
"Will be banned?
Or censored?
Or becomes a star?
Platinum? A diamond? "
Soon after, divert thoughts:
"Live today, leave the rest,
For the days after death! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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