Poetry International Poetry International
Poem

Piedad Bonnet

THE STUDENTS

The healthy, spirited students of splendid smiles
and velvety cheeks, the ones that light a dream in another dream
and breathe the air like newborns,
those that look for corners better to make love
and sweetly eternal play Russian roulette,
the avid and crazy and fervent students,
those with tender necks ready under the sword,
the girls that show off their sunbathed thighs
their bust, their navels
perfect and innocent like dark corollas,
what is of them
what will be of them tomorrow
what hole
yesterday swallowed them up
under what rough, sad
withered skin
do they survive

LOS ESTUDIANTES

LOS ESTUDIANTES

Los saludables, los briosos estudiantes de espléndidas sonrisas
y mejillas felposas, los que encienden un sueño en otro sueño
y respiran su aire como recién nacidos,
los que buscan rincones para mejor amarse
y dulcemente eternos juegan ruleta rusa,
los estudiantes ávidos y locos y fervientes,
los de los cuellos tiernos cuellos listos frente a la espada,
las muchachas que exhiben sus muslos soleados
sus pechos, sus ombligos
perfectos e inocentes como oscuras corolas,
qué se hacen
mañana qué se hicieron
qué agujero
ayer se los tragó
bajo qué piel
callosa, triste, mustia
sobreviven
Close

THE STUDENTS

The healthy, spirited students of splendid smiles
and velvety cheeks, the ones that light a dream in another dream
and breathe the air like newborns,
those that look for corners better to make love
and sweetly eternal play Russian roulette,
the avid and crazy and fervent students,
those with tender necks ready under the sword,
the girls that show off their sunbathed thighs
their bust, their navels
perfect and innocent like dark corollas,
what is of them
what will be of them tomorrow
what hole
yesterday swallowed them up
under what rough, sad
withered skin
do they survive

THE STUDENTS

The healthy, spirited students of splendid smiles
and velvety cheeks, the ones that light a dream in another dream
and breathe the air like newborns,
those that look for corners better to make love
and sweetly eternal play Russian roulette,
the avid and crazy and fervent students,
those with tender necks ready under the sword,
the girls that show off their sunbathed thighs
their bust, their navels
perfect and innocent like dark corollas,
what is of them
what will be of them tomorrow
what hole
yesterday swallowed them up
under what rough, sad
withered skin
do they survive
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fonds
Lira fonds
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère