The Epic Is Dead
Lean, fast
lonely greyhounds,
you are ghosts
of the past
“deserts are interesting
spiritual places”
a sad joke
on the margin
of history,
honor is meaningless
cold winds,
long winters,
infinite wheat,
the light of the plains
pushed far
no room for saints
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poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
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Castilla
Lean, fast
lonely greyhounds,
you are ghosts
of the past
“deserts are interesting
spiritual places”
a sad joke
on the margin
of history,
honor is meaningless
cold winds,
long winters,
infinite wheat,
the light of the plains
pushed far
no room for saints
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poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
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Clumsy
I don´t know why I am not able to look at him
What if I could do without this seriousness?
And see him face to face.
At dinner I can feel him
Sitting behind
And then, suddendly, his laughter,
That way to use the spoon.
I spend chosen moments
Waiting for him to pass by,
Cigarette and smile.
It is tough to play this game of silence
This tension on my dreams
This fear all the time.
I feel I am clumsy
And I don´t want to be a girl any more
Why can´t I focus on what´s good for me,
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