PALACIOS JA MEDITATION IN LEIPNITZ / Armando Arteaga
two years ago this winter in my memory
,
more fucking and this winter in the old building
students with quotes from Trotsky on the walls and Eliécer
was late at night getting into trouble and not
otherwise
friend Karl was becoming increasingly difficult talk to you
policy and with good reason, only
were encouraged to hear those
blues of Charlie Parker or a good batch of pisco sour, and it was so
now I understand, is that you were weary of so much misery.
then I think it was when you were deciding
for something, and knock on my door
and do not forget, at the entrance
with
dark brown suit and his black eyes looking at me surprised when I read
Michaux verses or Ungaretti.
Until suddenly we invaded a silence of webs
And it was like the axolotl in the aquarium.
And then we left the city's psyche to walk
because by now we had finished the pack
of ducal,
And you, my friend Karl, was
"as the shadow of something strange
with his hands in his pockets and his scarf brushy"
accompanied by these cold streets under the bridge
Rimac and see it memory, because there is a square
here, a tap of kerosene, a rail, a hallway
scaffolding there, a collection of bricks and timber
objects that creepeth and farther
when sometimes ended up in a bar Five Corners
equivalent because we wanted to go to the same place
with our truths, etc. ...
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