Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Poems

With words erected behind lips held back Eyes urns and crusades

Les pauses de temps se complémentent et se replient The lulls of time complement each other and fold back

There is nothing left for us but wait In the wind that bares bellies and breasts Wombs filled with troubled lives

Ayer estabas conmigo con tus culpas sobre el pecho y tu sombra manchada Yesterday you were with me with your guilt on your chest and your stained shadow Now deception still And then nothing but her precious flightbeat Without so much light And wingless.

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