A SEASON IN THE UNDERWORLD
By Ricardo Quezada
Insomnia as tunnels to test the inconsistency of all reality;
night after night pierced by a single bullet that you embed in the dark
-Olga Orozco-
To
Pizarnik
One lady in white is the tenant of the Eternal
night sweet Spectrum
You Delicate satisfaction that your hard hands hold my kuerpo
Party and two night Sublime
silences several ghosts that roar And on my ears tireless
Over the sea to throw at my feet licking
That bloody hell
While I gobbles Full
Among the snowy solitude
Your presence
Beautiful lady
Of The Underworld
You
Two.
So today I soaked in your blood
redness in your heat in your fire
In this strange
around you And I fall in the abyss
sleep in your lap I love you and hate you both
Oh! Averno
No No No
Three.
And so I climbed to the roofs
solo Gatuno
and relived the rubble
My country My country
ruined dreams And there I went
Down panpipes
evoke distant echoes and remembrances quenas car bombs
Missing Number Nine Revolution
burned Kuerpos internal
false Gods War Reality
Lima City stunned
City Country
My Furthest South America
Four reality.
And I in hell
Knowing
In my final
wounds Embracing streets And the Black and Leila
the protective father of the poet
That
What am I
Lima City
Injured Again
cement missed Peru Calles
always
Oh Shit!
Five.
And then speak on behalf of the heavens from the moon
remembr
The lucidity of madness and banks always
Without death
With over said debris captured
Alive And almost without eating and barely breathing
Always
extending hands and taking what our
What belongs to us (If comrades
If
commander Che: abis to fellow soon!)
Six .
In the underworld we
And between dreams and nightmares breathe
Dreams That
What will
Among stampedes and tsunamis
Irreversible
And eat beat Hearts
Life
Seven captured.
evenings
redden my skin Like this place
As tired skin
Since we have taken steps
irreverent music Adoring Eating places
Drinking wine
scandalous And today finally here
Painting
samples
schemes Wanting Shedding
Amar Amar Amar
And never
Power That life goes
Almost final.
season is my kiss skins
Avernus
drink alcohol in dust
But above all I love life
Life: I love you! Always
Today
Perhaps never
If
But
Today is my day And nothing else
Ricardo Quesada
in Lima itself
Photo: Landeo Laura Robles.
Ricardo Quezada, AA, and Sergio "Palo" Castillo.
Insomnia as tunnels to test the inconsistency of all reality;
night after night pierced by a single bullet that you embed in the dark
-Olga Orozco-
To
Pizarnik
One lady in white is the tenant of the Eternal
night sweet Spectrum
You Delicate satisfaction that your hard hands hold my kuerpo
Party and two night Sublime
silences several ghosts that roar And on my ears tireless
Over the sea to throw at my feet licking
That bloody hell
While I gobbles Full
Among the snowy solitude
Your presence
Beautiful lady
Of The Underworld
You
Two.
So today I soaked in your blood
redness in your heat in your fire
In this strange
around you And I fall in the abyss
sleep in your lap I love you and hate you both
Oh! Averno
No No No
Three.
And so I climbed to the roofs
solo Gatuno
and relived the rubble
My country My country
ruined dreams And there I went
Down panpipes
evoke distant echoes and remembrances quenas car bombs
Missing Number Nine Revolution
burned Kuerpos internal
false Gods War Reality
Lima City stunned
City Country
My Furthest South America
Four reality.
And I in hell
Knowing
In my final
wounds Embracing streets And the Black and Leila
the protective father of the poet
That
What am I
Lima City
Injured Again
cement missed Peru Calles
always
Oh Shit!
Five.
And then speak on behalf of the heavens from the moon
remembr
The lucidity of madness and banks always
Without death
With over said debris captured
Alive And almost without eating and barely breathing
Always
extending hands and taking what our
What belongs to us (If comrades
If
commander Che: abis to fellow soon!)
Six .
In the underworld we
And between dreams and nightmares breathe
Dreams That
What will
Among stampedes and tsunamis
Irreversible
And eat beat Hearts
Life
Seven captured.
evenings
redden my skin Like this place
As tired skin
Since we have taken steps
irreverent music Adoring Eating places
Drinking wine
scandalous And today finally here
Painting
samples
schemes Wanting Shedding
Amar Amar Amar
And never
Power That life goes
Almost final.
season is my kiss skins
Avernus
drink alcohol in dust
But above all I love life
Life: I love you! Always
Today
Perhaps never
If
But
Today is my day And nothing else
Ricardo Quesada
in Lima itself
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