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That was the time
When the hands closed
And on bright nights the words flew
And I saw that the sky was born to me from the fingers
And the biggest bear were lighted irons
Sailors lost in distant ports
In hidden bars
In giant dreams
And the empty city
The color of the asphalt
And someone was asking me to sing louder
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who saves me from this sword?
And tell me where the road is.
That was the time
In which the shadows opened
In what men denied
What Others Lifted
And I drank from life in small sips
He stumbled into laughter, embraced poisons
The future is not seen from behind
Not the bullet's direction
Neither the fault in the wall
And someone was yelling at me
With a prophet's voice
That the way is done
Between the target and the arrow
Who takes my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
Who takes my ghosts?
Who takes my ghosts?
Who saves me from this sword?
And tell me where the road is.
What is the use of having the map
If the end is traced
What is the land in sight?
If the boat is stopped
What is the use of having the key
If the door is open
What are the words for?
If the house is deserted?
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who saves me from this sword?
Who tells me where the road is?
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who takes my ghosts to me?
Who saves me from this sword?
And tell me where the road is.
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio