fanáticos::fanatics
FanáticosEl odio, el portero atroz, nos deja a la intemperie.La palabras las dice el odio, el odio los usa, el odio los maneja. No tienen espacio. Nada cabe allí salvo ese amo incansable. Sus uñas tenaces, sus ojos ausentes, sus bocas con altavoces obsesivos horadan la piel del mundo.Selected Poemsbid&co. editor, Caracas, Venezuela (2009)
FanaticsHate, the atrocious doorkeeper, leaves us out in the cold.Hate says the words, hate uses them, hate manipulates them. They have no room. Nothing fits in them except that tireless boss. Their stubborn nails, their absent eyes, their mouths with their obsessive loudspeakers bore through the skin of the world.Rafael CadenasSelected PoemsTranslated by Rowena Hillbid&co. editor, Caracas, Venezuela (2009)
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