SONG OF ELDERLY MALE
(Editorial Universitaria. 1961)
(fragment)
Rokha
Paul
(Editorial Universitaria. 1961)
(fragment)
Rokha
Paul
Sitting The shadow of a tomb,
or waving the big wedding ring hurt the way pigeons
............... to defoliate and anguish, I dig the last
sunsets.
Like someone throws a bottle sad book Sea-Ocean
or smoke pouring huge stone but fear the cliffs
...............
history or perhaps a dead bird dripping tears, I throwing rocks
inexorable
past against the black wall.
And since everything is useless,
as infinity locks hinges creak in moldy,
earth attitude full of regrets.
hear the regiment of skeletons of great twilight, twilight
the large heart or demonic, raging maniac the elderly, the trump
accusatory of misfortune accumulated huge
the lowered all the flags, the scope of the terribly pale
shootings, the anguish of a soldier dying
between tizanas and blankets, five hundred
leagues open battlefield, and sob like a house flag.
Iron Tears are stacked, but
by rises in the winter the fungus hell of personal upheaval,
...............
cities and disasters are killed and remote dust, howl.
Time
dressed panic in which all lives are meaningless, no destination, no style and sword
,
lack direction, voice, lack
of all the terrible red companies or epics or ecumenical experiences,
to justify the existence and danger and a suicide, a huge myth,
wrong rupreste, ruminant
was there, and jackets remain inexorable solo meal, laughter and regret
fall winter excess,
at that time very old with traces of saint and devil
when I was beautiful like a black bull and was the women who wanted
man and a revolver around his waist. Fail
glands and the male genital intimidated by me angry, it picks up the measure of depression
...............
spider or loss dusk happiness in the rubble
love caught us and we squeezed like lemons desperate;
I'm licking her tenderness, but she
diluted eternity, eternity is confused, is destroyed in
............... eternity, but I am because I battle and "My poetry is my
............... militancy" eternal
everything around me threatening and shouting from the other side. Seeking
mosses, thrift and stunned, as postpretérito
and difficult, and infinitely plow past of neglect,
dusty and musty as the outfits of yesteryear, like families of yesteryear
........ ....... like old coins,
the angry glare of the coffins, giant neigh
hats dead, or that only that
that is falling in the forms,
the public self, the figure thundering of being
contradicting the drowning.
now dominates the female, poisoned, and wine
mocks us as an accomplice of us, getting drunk,
............... when we take the cup to the mouth painful , rounded up and aculatándonos
against ourselves as myths.
We are tired of writing
universes upon universes, and immortality who once both loved the teenage heart, crawls like a poor bitch
aging;
know we can climb all the mountains of literature and the
... ........... heroic youth, we hold the mood
suicidal courage of the fearless, yet I definitely
widower, definitely not alone, definitely old, and stabbed
of conditions, running the exploit desperate
overbidding,
the heroic portrait of what society and nature overwhelms me ;
what happens to the elderly with their own ex-combatant shadow?
confused with her roaring fire burning and are shade made dream of darkness, the gloom
final and a coffin goes crying shadow in shadow. Living
souvenir, nursing
of memory, the memory involves me and return to the great loneliness of adolescence,
father and grandfather, father of countless families,
scratch the embers and cold ashes of despair
enlarges in which all are dead, killed,
and most beloved women in the tomb rumbles of thunder and
heroes carved with joysticks or and bellowing.
What rifles forests skins we hid ourselves out of this fire?
followed because it is terrible to himself when we did everything we wanted it ..............
all, we all and we broke the hands
hands and teeth biting iron fire
and now as the everyday terribly down to infinity, coffin coffin, melted down
as rocks or horse world below,
go with strangers, step by step and stride for stride by measuring the general collapse,
calculator to the damper, then there
and prudence which is the defeat of the old, remaining empty
bottles, spent
missing shoes and dearest friends, our old time, and your time
, Winette, massive and unrelenting.
All things are following my footsteps, barking frantically, as an accompaniment
funeral funeral biting incident in the world, as burial ..............
national
the ages and I'm walking dead. Infinitely
tired, disillusioned, wrong, the feeling
me categorically wrong about ..............
executed or wasted or abandoned or run over the avatar of fate
the futility of existence and its great career shattered,
understand and admire the leaders
but I'm the coordinator of the anguish of the universe, the destination suicide
.............. bet the deck
of expressional and won losing the right to lose,
the man who breaks his time and sweeping, gives status and regime, but was shattered
and expectations;
retirement breaking, hammer and stone symbol, and longing
old
provincial square and discussion with the birds, vagrancy and moth-eaten retreat on the outskirts.
's raining, raining, raining, hopefully
always be raining, it rains and gale always rampant
.............. I am whole, to be associated
Hurricane popular personality!
the manner of the railway station,
my situation is filled with goodbyes, and absence, a large angry tears spilled
eagles while sleepy and sad;
evening falls in the literature and we did what we could,
when we did what we wanted with our skin.
The uninhabited ocean adventurer,
the discoverer, the conqueror, the ruler of nations and the founder of
.............. sprawling cities, as a great captain
frustrated
remembering the dream as wrong and vile or bartering in derision
vocabulary celestial swords poems, handed over the rotating blade of the dreamer
song that could drag into the universal chest dead, the corpse of
......... peoples ..... conductor,
quarterback with his stick broken and throwing flames.
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