(Jesus Aliaga)
During the sweltering August nights
know I used to walk around the streets
Well following the laying of the lights
either internally by dark secluded places
Well following the laying of the lights
Aware where it led:
A
inevitable cross where our souls are nailed and bleeding.
And when the bar is layered on
inconsistent with a cigarette between his fingers
warned in his tattered face
a smile I can not forget a disgrace
inadvertently faded
TS: Eliot
(Inventions of the March Hare poems
1909-1917)
Translation Damaso Garcia Lopez.
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