only EVA a poem
By Maria Elena Walsh
Florida Street, the tunnel of rotting flowers.
And the poor multitude
mother ran out crying
between lanterns without ribbons. Crying
naked, forever, alone. Shadow
male black tie
suffered by decree
spiteful and the organ of the State Radio
God did take a month or two.
Buenos Aires
fog and silence.
El Barrio Norte after the lattice
charge to Paris sunshine.
The endless queue to see
and cursing in case
those black heads will not
a blessed one either. Flores
bad for Cleopatra.
greasers
And with the heart riven, cracked
seriously .... Orphans .... Silence ....
Winter Street where nobody preaches
Leader, Democracy, The Reason. And Antonio Tormo
silent "let us love."
A storm of compulsory mourning.
Rosettes with black clots,
Century death never saw more death.
Poor things
rubies, emeralds, mink
offered up by the people,
gold sandals, silks viceregal
empty, shoved it on the night.
And the hatred between parentheses, brooding revenge
basements and prod ...
And love and pain were indeed
groaning on the edge of the sidewalk. Tears
rinsed with rags,
Madrecita for the Homeless.
Silence, tango until he died.
Order up and tears down.
In his youth. We are nothing.
We are nothing more than a great punishment.
Republic was painted in black
not rest in peace, raises his arms,
not the day of renunciation
but for women to get together with your flag
redemptive
washed powder, raising .
I do not know who you were, but I played.
Crooked Creek
Plaza de Mayo,
women got involved in high school history
, snatching the microphone, delivering
revenge and alms. Gross
like a diamond in a pigsty
Who is going to shovel the last stone?
Maybe one day we come together to invoke
your extraordinary courage.
All the contreras, the idolaters,
incessant mothers, the harlots,
that loved you, that you cursed,
which
obedient children pull away from the war, all
the world now fraternize
ansublevándose against annihilation.
When the vultures will be left alone
and run from the prints and outrage
begin to know who you were.
With whip and submissive, passive and compassionate
only queen we had, Loca
that seized power from the soldiers.
When the areas together and nuns
and raped in the tele
and who are silent but do not allow the release
snatched
Non
shipwrecked on mirrors or swim for executives.
When we
scandal and justice will have spent time in
clean your arrogance and your martyrdom, sister.
guts, as you had,
fanatical, loyal, frenzied
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