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Dante Rocío Jul 2020
On est là,
Sur un boulevard de
Lit en air
Et déplié,
L’œil vers le début de
Toit
Comme l’enfant de question.

On s’est dépensé trop vers
Au-delà,
Vers aux opinions de l’étrange,
Non propres miennes
Et on n’était plus.
Pleurer. Glorifié/-er.
Déteste parler et passer soi-même.

I know at last why I and Poetry
Got lost in a forest while
Looking for each other:
I pushed it out of
The tree line
And left it to withering
Formal ways of public.
Maimed in the stage lights it
Got to smoke cigarettes
And now something
Has to be done
To retrieve it.
Mais on a déjà le clé.
J’ai sa trace
Di indietro degli arboli.

Bon sang,
L’extravertisme me tue (comme
L’alcool en excès),
L’introvertisme me guérit,
Seule là on se reveille
Aux blessures en excès
Par le jonque d’exister en vain
(Parmi les poubelles intellectuelles).

On est pas pour le public
À son plaisir rationnel.

Et Jeanne « du Russe » a l’odeur
De la cuisine
Et du refuge.
When like water you spill yourself too much and you can’t get yourself back into your glass
To take a shape and be still.
On a semi-spiritual atelier in a sullen state.
(Are there still Poets who write on HP in French?)
Dante Rocío Jul 2020
The
indulgence
in
drinking
the
sky’s
tears
from
flower
petals
in
­bitter
,
Greedily
.
Reservation
made
.
Of spending time as Ellipsis,
One on one
full wet
with foreign
Flowers
In the incoming storm.
Dante Rocío Jul 2020
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A solemn note of demands of my going on.
Each word divided by two units of space.
Decode and see. Feel.
~
Dante Rocío Jul 2020
God,
I ask of you beggingly,
That if there ever shall
Come a moment of this
Life of mine’s when
It abruptly ends before
Its goal,
Its soar,
Before it’s vocation is greeted
Properly in passion at
The finish line...

Please, let Me
Somehow linger,
Endure,
As inspiration,
Wind of embracing
Freedom, for all those
Who would still need Me.
May I accomplish my
Mission this way,
In the words/feelings/acts
They don’t apprehend,
For I am those.
Let me guard them,
Behold and
Last in their eyes
Or words
Love
The legacy I'll leave.
Let me come as seeds
Of greatness, planted
On this Earth (in)directly.

One of my last future momenta
Of funeral thoughts N*1.
A Messenger with a course to run.
Because I’m here for what is beyond Me.
Dante Rocío Jul 2020
Your Entrails
Are your own stargazer,
Own scheme matcher
And own lewd elegance:
Thoughts on thoughts on thoughts on thou-
“An asterism maker?
Roger that,
I make of issues forms
At touch
Of dots
Just like those in your beloved constellations’
Stars of more than one splotch”.
Only when you let your Insides form a constellation of what you let in will you truly make it born in your thought and link it to the memory
Te digo adiós, y acaso te quiero todavía.
Quizás no he de olvidarte, pero te digo adiós. 1
No sé si me quisiste... No sé si te quería...
O tal vez nos quisimos demasiado los dos.

Este cariño triste, y apasionado, y loco,
me lo sembré en el alma para quererte a ti.
No sé si te amé mucho... no sé si te amé poco;
pero sí sé que nunca volveré a amar así.

Me queda tu sonrisa dormida en mi recuerdo, 2
y el corazón me dice que no te olvidaré;
pero, al quedarme solo, sabiendo que te pierdo,
tal vez empiezo a amarte como jamás te amé. 3

Te digo adiós, y acaso, con esta despedida,
mi más hermoso sueño muere dentro de mí...
Pero te digo adiós, para toda la vida,
aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.
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