Poem
Carlos Bedoya
HIT PARADE
Someone singsin the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.
A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.
Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.
Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.
© Translation: 2007, Nicolás Suescún
HIT PARADE
HIT PARADE
Alguien cantaen la tiniebla
amable
de esta pesadilla.
Una boca
grande carnosa
pintada de rouge barato
gime sin pausa
en el sótano.
Boletería agotada.
Nubes ilíquidas
cancelan
facturas de función
tras el abracadabra.
Donde a todas luces
danzas
el hit último
del dolor.
© 2004, Carlos Bedoya
From: Víspera del vértigo
Publisher: Editorial Ojo mágico, Medellín
From: Víspera del vértigo
Publisher: Editorial Ojo mágico, Medellín
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HIT PARADE
Someone singsin the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.
A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.
Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.
Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.
© 2007, Nicolás Suescún
From: Víspera del vértigo
From: Víspera del vértigo
HIT PARADE
Someone singsin the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.
A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.
Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.
Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.
© 2007, Nicolás Suescún
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