27/03/2006
CESAR ZAPATA, POEM
Love Poem to miss
It was then discovered the body decoration.
Right sleep at night and licked up the longing wings
I put on the pulse without beating of another shadow.
went along, hand flag goodbye is defeated.
Climb to the top of the broken bones
and leave the clothes there from the beginning:
Oh, the happiness that peed on my shoes.
much horror can enjoy this wind sway over hosts trampled.
And meet your day the frog jumps to another branch.
A look through the cracks result from the shock,
is awaiting expected to take
As sclerosis correcting the course of hours.
Do not stop at the mouth of the lost,
hear Do not think, just dance in your mosaic sado,
That a river of bodies push your ghost to their destination.
The festival will last until the next move
the open p OSSIBILITIES to stay anointed
the sad eyes of a traffic light. There
bad night to eat sweets thrown by the moon
And mourn that thou then the screaming to die.
there sobbing with nails digging into the body
And happy dance with the blood of our own hearts.
But do not stop, still looking out the window that opened
A kiss made of meat,
still sharpening your claws against the fall broken tenderness.
settle in the way is the meaning of your life
Claimed by the dead of fear that is your image. Written
biography of these rotten fruits
is not just jump the guardrail, sinking in the throes,
Joining the city .-
César Zapata is a writer and poet Dominican -----
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