English
State of nation
My nation is in
state of dis-nation
disoriented
bad-nationated
against-governed.
Due to this state
-with no precedent-
of my nationality
I ask for poetic asylum
among words
verses
and imaginary places
with the right to work
in another nation
in another state.
in another state.
Witness and part
Today I just thought about you, dear Allen Ginsberg. After posting my last poem I was unsatisfied. I had
a look at my copy of Howl – always on
my bedside table- and I have thought that you would like to come and walk the
dog with me, so we can talk about how times have changed, how I feel witness
and part.
I see the best minds of my generation to work for a mediocre
salary and pay a mortgage of 40m2.
I see how they lost their homes and they have to keep on
paying till they haven’t reached the moment to retire.
I see people without a job, without unemployment assistance,
without a close future.
I see the most prepared generations of our history to look
for the boarding gate and leave, as it happened during the years that this
country was less free.
I see how precariousness takes over our lives, we that had
everything our parents couldn’t have. We what had everything that hour children
won’t have.
I see rage, indignation, full streets, boiling squares.
I see tax havens, patients without attention, attics in
Marbella, schools without heating.
I have seen you, dear Allen
Ginsberg, howling in madness, hysteric, naked. I have seen you looking for
a dark place to love, I have seen you pursuing Cassidy in Denver. Tell me, you
that saw Walt Whitman and Lorca, how did you manage not to fall
in the despair of a lost generation, advice me, I also have the sensation that
I have given everything, and I am nothing now.
Tell me is this is
enough, if syntax, grammar, and metaphor are enough. Because this country is
not. Or it’s maybe too much. So I hang to this,
dear Allen, because it’s the most
sacred thing I have. Holly.
Register Office
Sir of the Register Office:
In your hands pass
Fears and dreams,
Treat them right,
Carefully.
When you return home
Remember that paper
With a name and two surnames,
Bearer of future,
Transmitter with permission.
May not fall into oblivion,
May not lost its destiny,
Remember the nervousness
Remember the signatures,
Sir of the Register Office.
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