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Kari Krenn
(Argentina)
BEHIND
I claim the hidden side of the moon,
the darkness where poets do not sing;
where the dreams lie without return
ancient alphabets of illusions
(which nobody talks about).
It takes down by the back of the moon
a barely poem, lacerated,
with the language of
a translucent sad song.
Inert effluvium,
the suicide of a letter
that was unable to
and its love is missing, troubled.
There are silences stunning in the vacuum,
the unarmed space,
of no words.
That side is not stepped on by lovers.
None survivor climbed its latitudes.
None spring tremble
or flourishes,
or lets nostalgia as a living soul.
I claim the hidden side of the moon,
the darkness where no poet sing;
the geographic position that dodges,
a thousand lives,
dying a thousand deaths".
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