Armando González Torres
In Miesen Spelunker abtauchen, über den Durst trinken und mit dem
Verdacht Erwachen, dass man dir
gestohlen hat das Gesicht.
Handvoll Ein Gesicht ist eine die ein Staub
Lächeln Wagt
zerstreut bevor sie der Besen.
Sein Gesicht war das
Erblühen Leiche der, seine Stimme
a tune echo
denied the knowledge.
from cloud and water releases
also the most sensual of faces.
Each face is a bottomless pit, and if you stare at
vertigo attacks after you.
He recognized himself in some faces again, many more
he despised himself.
eyes without caves, empty veins, nose, which yearn
their breath.
A face is formed only from the desert sand
and then screened the wind to distant regions, where a legion of nameless
Baptist seeks to give it a name.
ashes were you last gesture, and from the looks deceive you
reads.
We have a face that withered in
turns every gesture, but
another, unchanging face we keep in mind.
Keep the one I had today, in devout remembrance. From Eso que ilumina
el mundo,
Oaxaca, Almadía, 2006. Armando González Torres
, born in Mexico City 1964th Poet and essayist.
Awarded the Prize of Poetry "Gilberto Owen" and the prize for essay writing
"Alfonso Reyes". Volumes of poetry La conversación ortodoxa (Aldus
1996), La sed de los Cadaver (Daga, 1999), Los días prolijos (Verdehalago,
2001) und That which illuminates the world (Almadía, 2006).
Essaybände cultural wars Octavio Paz (Hummingbird 2001) und die intellectuals That
(Planeta, 2005).
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