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Su acuchillada alma busca su consuelo
Su oscuridad es su rincón poético
Su deformado cuerpo se levanta del suelo
Su abollado coche no arranca algunas mañanas
Su infinita habitación no tiene ventanas azules
Su alegre destino es su planeta
Su fuerte música es un mitín de optimismo
Su verdura fresca se pudre en la nevera
Su frio corazón esta cosido
Su aliado amarillo es invisible
Su dulce sueño esta en un lugar protegido
Su afilado cubierto junto con los palillos chinos
Su melancólica gravedad se ha invertido
Su luz blanca desaparece
Su pervertida mente se encuentra con su presente
- ¿Te encuentras bien? ¿te has hecho daño?
- Si, estoy bien. Gracias
- Si, estoy bien. Gracias
Otro extraño abrazo que lo levanta del suelo.
5.11.11
LANDSCAPE WITH ARGONAUTS VOL2
LANDSCAPE WITH ARGONAUTS presupposes the
catastrophes, on which humanity is working.
catastrophes, on which humanity is working.
The landscape may be a dead star, on which
a search party from another time or another space hears a voice
a search party from another time or another space hears a voice
and finds someone dead.
As in every landscape the I in this part of the text is collective.
As in every landscape the I in this part of the text is collective.
The simultaneity of the
three parts of the text can be portrayed any which way.
three parts of the text can be portrayed any which way.
The stars on the screen rotted in competition
In the box office Fritz Lang strangled Boris Karloff
The south wind played with old posters
In the box office Fritz Lang strangled Boris Karloff
The south wind played with old posters
Rammed into the swamp like poles
In the uniforms of their enemies
DO YOU REMEMBER DO YOU NO I DON’T
In the uniforms of their enemies
DO YOU REMEMBER DO YOU NO I DON’T
The dried-up blood
Smoked in the sun
Smoked in the sun
Smoked in the sun
The theater of my death
The theater of my death
Was open when I stood between the mountains
In the circle of dead comrades on the stone
In the circle of dead comrades on the stone
And over me the expected airplane appeared
Without thinking I knew
This machine was
What my Grandmother had called God
Without thinking I knew
This machine was
What my Grandmother had called God
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