+it was the only photography i could find of you. i tried to make it look like you are, but it can't be done. there's another one i have, of you in a bar, a color shot i clipped from a newspaper, where they talked about the most influential young poets of this land. i like that one better, but i'm keeping it to myself. that and the poems you put in my hand, for the book we never made. until the next time, whenever that is.+
Damsi Figueroa Verdugo - Talcahuano - Chile
POEMA DE LENGUAS
Temo a la espina que surce tu lengua
y a ese hilo de azufre que te escurre
y amamanta el dócil canal
tus hendiduras
Así como a la muerte temo a