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Poem

Galo Ghigliotto

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now we are the fable
we have gone with the river
the cities we once knew we invented in dreams
and  could see how the luminous horizons would open
they were the arms of a cross hollowed-out
by a flaming bird

what did you see in my eyes my father
yours were orange
i remember them searching for corpses throughout our house   
i remember them illuminating everything
we took off and left you alone
we became the fable that opened your chest
when the tears were a frequent sparkle
inside the cups

how long will you search for us with your dogs
and think that our bones are beneath the earth 
because you don't know
father
we fled with the river
and every once in awhile i spit a cloud up at the sky
and i fill it with
all of my memories from when i was alive
from when the nightmares hacked off my head
pipes bursting with blood
and this is a cloud                     and at the same time a tomb
i cut a hole in my belly
and words fell from forming your name

i also had children in death father
i had seen them in dreams 
and they were all beautiful like you and me holding hands
on the way to the park that would move around
as your silhouette mutated 

i have shards of life breathing all over me
now it is water
now it is the name of the city of Valdivia
now this cloud is about to rain on a mirror

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ahora somos la leyenda
nos hemos ido junto con el río
las ciudades que conocíamos las inventamos en sueños
y pude ver  cómo se abrían los luminosos horizontes
que eran los brazos de una cruz ahuecada
por un pájaro de fuego

qué viste adentro de mis ojos padre mío
los tuyos eran de color naranjo
los recuerdo buscando cadáveres a través de nuestra casa
los recuerdo iluminándolo todo
nos fuimos y te dejamos solo
nos hicimos la leyenda que te abrió el pecho
cuando las lágrimas eran brillo frecuente
al interior de las copas

cuánto tiempo nos buscarás con tus perros
y pensarás que bajo la tierra están nuestros huesos
porque no sabes
padre
nos fuimos con el río
y de vez en cuando escupo una nube hacia el cielo
y mando en ella
todos mis recuerdos de cuando estaba vivo
de cuando las pesadillas me cercenaban la cabeza
cañerías reventando de sangre
y esta es una nube   una tumba al mismo tiempo
me hice un hoyo en el vientre
y cayeron palabras que formaron tu nombre

de muerto padre también tuve hijos
los había visto en sueños
y eran todos hermosos como tú y yo de la mano
camino al parque que cambiaba de lugar
mientras mutaba tu figura

tengo pedazos de vida respirados en todas partes
ahora es agua
ahora es el nombre de la ciudad de Valdivia
ahora esta nube a punto de llover sobre un espejo.
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No title

now we are the fable
we have gone with the river
the cities we once knew we invented in dreams
and  could see how the luminous horizons would open
they were the arms of a cross hollowed-out
by a flaming bird

what did you see in my eyes my father
yours were orange
i remember them searching for corpses throughout our house   
i remember them illuminating everything
we took off and left you alone
we became the fable that opened your chest
when the tears were a frequent sparkle
inside the cups

how long will you search for us with your dogs
and think that our bones are beneath the earth 
because you don't know
father
we fled with the river
and every once in awhile i spit a cloud up at the sky
and i fill it with
all of my memories from when i was alive
from when the nightmares hacked off my head
pipes bursting with blood
and this is a cloud                     and at the same time a tomb
i cut a hole in my belly
and words fell from forming your name

i also had children in death father
i had seen them in dreams 
and they were all beautiful like you and me holding hands
on the way to the park that would move around
as your silhouette mutated 

i have shards of life breathing all over me
now it is water
now it is the name of the city of Valdivia
now this cloud is about to rain on a mirror

No title

now we are the fable
we have gone with the river
the cities we once knew we invented in dreams
and  could see how the luminous horizons would open
they were the arms of a cross hollowed-out
by a flaming bird

what did you see in my eyes my father
yours were orange
i remember them searching for corpses throughout our house   
i remember them illuminating everything
we took off and left you alone
we became the fable that opened your chest
when the tears were a frequent sparkle
inside the cups

how long will you search for us with your dogs
and think that our bones are beneath the earth 
because you don't know
father
we fled with the river
and every once in awhile i spit a cloud up at the sky
and i fill it with
all of my memories from when i was alive
from when the nightmares hacked off my head
pipes bursting with blood
and this is a cloud                     and at the same time a tomb
i cut a hole in my belly
and words fell from forming your name

i also had children in death father
i had seen them in dreams 
and they were all beautiful like you and me holding hands
on the way to the park that would move around
as your silhouette mutated 

i have shards of life breathing all over me
now it is water
now it is the name of the city of Valdivia
now this cloud is about to rain on a mirror

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