The skeleton
Should one live his life away from himself.
Far from all the clouds from his childhood and the storm
noon.
Far from the harshness of the most lucid dreams,
Those in which each face charges after a story in ping
Sanctioned street
balance in compass needles that hurt
Or nothing but stars. Far
old age is only an invention
And the colors are not
Though one desmuera by searching for them. Ash
smelly many awakenings. Hand
cold burns whatever it touches.
bone structure says that the skin
The silent humanized
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Tale of Two Cities
lived halfway between two cities.
When he slept in a dawn in the other.
When looking at the sea it looked in the two
And nowhere was Tues He raised two homes
Like two drops of water from each other.
had friends who were replicas, facsimiles
Dictionaries, Amores
impostors
If it is not because he forgot who supplanted. Each time he returned
their city away from his city. Whenever
city increase its spelled
an echo. Two cities
buried him
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dry was found inside, outside
Free. Professed
friends with feet of clay
And the smile of a crane in flight.
subjunctive had
love and love without reflections. Bilingual
ash and Astrakhan, said only two things
And yet both ached.
When
wanted a child free was found outside, dry inside
Alberto Chessa (Murcia, 1976) has a degree in Hispanic Studies and a diploma in Film and Media Arts. Recent years has worked in the fields of journalism and cultural management. He is the author of a pair of shorts and a book of poems, The skeleton of uncertain publication.
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