PATRICIA GUZMÁN

 

                                     



FROM SONG OF THE TASK

 

 

I have spent the entire night under the birds

Where is the pain?

At the end of the white bird that lurches into me

Don’t make noise

If you breathe, you will move its wings

Separate yourself without eating

Your stomach is full of sleeping angels

Can you hear how much water you have in the heart?

Hurry

The dead are gone already

Lay out the tablecloth and invite

It’s good that it be known

I scream while I sleep

I have spent the entire night under the birds


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If he is an angel he lives in a tree

He asks me to not turn out the light

He asks me to look at him naked

He says he loves me with his mouth closed

(I want to bathe him in the river)

If he is an angel he is nervous

Life falls from his hands

He doesn’t want to come to my house

He knows the solitude of beauty

(I haven’t been able to erase his smell from my door)

He has sky under his eyelids

He loses weight on top of me

If he is an angel he is nervous

My body falls from his hands


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If you’re afraid of roses

Fill the garden with prayers

(It will be useless, you won't be able to save yourself)

Who said they don’t have lips?

They kiss us from head to toe without using their tongues

High heights

High heights

And one single heart: good flesh, bad flesh

Roses are swords

Fill the garden with prayers

Roses are good

(They sing slowly, slowly)


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I have wanted to learn how to sing, I have always wanted

And I’ve said so to my sisters

I’ve told them to listen to me

I’ve told them to let me know I sing

I’ve told them not to kiss me on the mouth while I sing

Not to invite anyone to hear me

I have wanted to learn how to sing, I have always wanted

I don’t know why they don’t hear me

If I know the voice is called with the hand

If I won’t enter anyone’s sky

If I won’t drink the water of others

The song is good

And one does not forget being sad

 

                                                                                                      

 

      

 

                                   

 

 


TYPO 18