What is a sleeping town?
The memory
of an immense
imaginary ram
or life growing
unwillingly
on the bank of a river.
A town that sleeps
rise without fear
the distracted edge
of sacrifice,
breathe in rhythm
of every hidden stone
and wonders
who will be encouraged
to throw it.
There is something that goes back
while an entire town dreams
and there is something that advances
in that retreat.
***
That spinning bottle
in the middle
It will be my first kiss,
the blackbirds
they fly
over our heads.
In how many flocks
is the day counted?
we had asked
to the witch
The cage
the birds in the cages
stun
Don Calvo cuts off a wing
to the little gray pigeon
arrested
between your fingers:
?It does not hurt,
It's like hair or nails,
do not be sad ?
A city girl,
out of tune
The knife has
an uneven edge
like wire edge
when it joins the sky.
***
Diana was ours
like stones
that you gather in a river and then:
yours.
like the square
and the mast raised to the sky.
Diana barked
and everyone behind her
after his black steps
I wonder where they are going
and they come.
I was waiting too long
on the sand,
placid
like an aquatic animal,
a stingray
shooing away the flies
with the tail
and time stopped
in Diana
and in his tail
to come and go.
Marianela Fernandez He was born in Buenos Aires, but lived most of his life between the cities of Córdoba and New York. She has a degree in Philosophy and Classical Studies and has a master's degree in Children's and Youth Literature. She has worked as a Philosophy teacher in various secondary and tertiary schools and at the National University of Villa María. In 2010, she published her first book of poems “The Other.” His writings have been published in various anthologies and literary magazines.
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