maria negroni/ tr. anne twitty
you can also be perceived like this (cost me blood, sweat
a sight for sore eyes
white polkadot dress
something like a happy time
boats at rest
(hell is full of young beauties
Holy Mother Mary
what kind of slum are they talking about?
she is so young and so
...In a multiplication of homages, echoes, stupor,
hope, I decimate you, sack you. Cuirasses, harnesses, bridles, troops in square, foam at
the mouth, ambushes. Lugubrious air like a sound of war. With such perfect furor the
bellicose...And if I did it the other way? Through reticence? If I reduced you to the tics
of your asthma attacks? To somber void? Sparkling? To austere and sandy a Nordic island?
Maria Negroni, LA JAULA BAJO EL TRAPO/CAGE