remembered Thanks to twitter birthday today would be 96 of that eternal "rabble" or "kid", according to the geography where you say. Here Argentine giant poems.
Last Five Poems for Christian by Julio Cortázar
I write now
birds.
not see them come, not choose,
suddenly are there, are this, a flock of words
settling a
to
a
in the wires of the page,
chirping, pecking, wing
and rain I no bread to give them, leaving only
come.
may be that a tree or maybe
love.
II Last night I dreamed
priestess of Sekhmet, the goddess lionheaded. She nude
porphyry
you smooth bare skin. What
proffered offering to the deity
wild looking through your eyes
eternal and implacable horizon?
your hands The cup containing the libation
secret tears
or your menstrual blood, or your saliva.
In any case it was not my dream semen
and
knew that the offering would be rejected with a low roar
dismissive as you had always expected.
Then, perhaps, because I do not know
claws at your breasts, colmándote.
III
never know why your tongue entered my mouth
when we said goodbye at your hotel after a friendly
around town
and precise adjustment of distances.
I thought for a moment that gave me an appointment
future
that opened a no man's land where an interregnum
reach your thorough moss. Surrounded by friends
kissed me, I
exception, the monster, and you the transgressive
murmuring.
Who knows who kissed,
who you were fired.
happy I was the vicar for a moment,
which is sometimes in their saliva
a brief taste of honeysuckle
under southern skies.
IV
tonight I wish I Tiresias
and slow stomach
greet waiting and groan beneath your whips and your warm
jellyfish.
Knowing that the time recurrent
of metamorphosis,
and that the foam down into the vortex would open
you crying softly
impaled.
to return after your imperious reign of phalanges,
the siege of your skin, your octopus wet
to drag
cuddled together and reach the sands of sleep.
But I'm not Tiresias, the unicorn
just looking for
water from your hands and lips are among a handful of salt
. V
I will not bore you with more poems. Let's say I told
clouds, scissors, kites, pencils, and perhaps
you ever smiled.
