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domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011

TIN SOLDIER

SHOOT, DON´T STOP,
KILL, KILL,
a blond sea of wheat somewhere,
maybe it was her hair, I don´t remember

DON´T THINK OF IT,
POINT,
KILL, KILL,
maybe she had a look of gull,
waves of open sea in her smile,
SHOOT,
DON´T MOVE,
CAN´T YOU HEAR ME?
and a rhythmic walking even in the rush
FORBBIDEN DREAMS,
RUN,
SHOOT
even the elm asleep repeated her name
and an infinite voice of creeper
POINT,
FIRE!
KILL!
and an incredible laughs of crystals
SHOOT,
DON´T STOP,
stigma of the bullet behind his nape
DON´T THINK OF IT, DON´T REASON,
DON´T FEEL,
KILL! KILL!!


 (And the nuts of the cranium exploded,
  peace could not be more timely)


   (From "Cemetery of sparrows")

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