Sunday, February 6, 2011

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not want to die


'm a man without ambition,

With few friends, completely incapable of earning

life, with youth

That leaves him, a fugitive from some just doom.

Solitaire, badly dressed, what do you care?

At midnight I use a jar

Of hot white wine with cardamom seeds.

With my tattered gray robe and my old beret

I sit in the cold and write poems, Drawing

naked figures in the margins wrinkled

copulating with girls of sixteen,

Nymphomaniacs of my imagination. Kenneth Rexroth



(Anthology of Armando Roa Marcelo Pellegrini)

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