Armando González Torres, Mexico
Um des fragile Netzer the mystery,
the delicate circle of chance sake ruled
of the sublime moments of faith,
of desire and tear
to the wild or compassionate fate
we were servants of the subject mark
explored remote alphabets
corrupted the language of the tribe
proven wrong speech arts
of their saliva throat ill.
In those years of a quivering fire
on those nights full of longing and absurdity
we got to the thirst of the carcass
and emptied the religious drink.
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