Prlogo potico a La muerte de Artemio Cruz

(Poetic Prologue to The Death of Artemio Cruz)* By / por David Ramrez

Prlogo potico a La muerte de Artemio Cruz By David Ramrez Poetic Prologue to The Death of Artemio Cruz Por David Ramrez

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en un tubo perdido yo presento. Y espero que caigas en l . . . Un peasco Arena Jaguar Indmito Desierto! Que se juntan en el verdor cambiante de esa cosa que llaman alma. No tiene propsito, y dime ... que lo tiene? Agudeza Putrefacta. y luego, Resplandor! Luego Ayer quizs te despiertes en el maana que ahora ests viviendo, y al mismo tiempo Espero que aprecies tu muerte que el presente te da, que el maana no te ha dado todava, 1 www.betdawid.org

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in a lost tube I present. and I hope you fall in it . . . A rocky crag Sand Jaguar Untameable Desert! Which gather in the ever changing greenery of that thing some call soul. It has no purpose, and tell me ... what does? Putrefact Sharpness. and then, Gleaming shine! Then Yesterday maybe you shall wake up in the 'morrow that you are living today, and at the same time I hope that you appreciate your death that the present gives you, that Tomorrow has yet to give you,

y que en el ayer t despreciaste y desprecias con irona. Polifona Malechora. Roca de Cantera Rosa, Un Relieve, y debajo . . . la sangre que yace sin secar. La hueles? La podis sentir? Si en verdad sois lo que dices ser, prncipe de los teocallis flotantes, dime... si apercibes las flores, el concilio de jade y quetzales, mas el crculo extrao que una vez inventasteis. A ingerir chocolate vamos, espero que no te arrepientes de su amargura: Contorno de lucidez etrea espuma que no acaba. Agua y Cacao se juntan y hacen de ti un noble que se figura en las entraas de la memoria. . . 2 www.betdawid.org

and one that yesterday you rejected and reject today with irony. Treacherous Poliphony. Rock from Rose quarry, A Relief, and underneath . . . the blood that lays afresh. Can you smell it? Are you able to feel it? If you truly are what you claim to be, Prince of the floating teocallis, Tell me... if you preceive the flowers, the council of jade and quetzales, plus the strange circle that you once invented. Let's go and drink Chocolate; I hope that you do not repent from its bitterness: Contour of ethereal light, foam that does not end. Water and Cocoa gather and make of you a Nobleman put together from the entrails of Memory. . .

Dnde empieza? Dnde acaba? Escribe con tus ojos el crepsculo que quizs te encuentres o te inventes. Formlale la interrogante al desvalido contrado en el tiempo. T. . . eres como yo? Ave, asciende bruscamente y djame tus recuerdos. Aire que pronto se olvida, Elegancia que se transforma en algo mas activo, Quiz un anuncio Pero siempre hay algo: Mira. . . Ya viene. . . Floja Pluma que gravita en rumores colectivos cae y duerme.

Where does it begin? Where does it end? Write with your eyes the twilighht that you might find or invent. Formulate the question to the handicapped contrsicted in Time. You. . . are like I? Aves, ascend abruptly and leave me with your memories. Air soon forgotten, Elegance which transforms into something more active, Maybe an announcement But there is always something: Look. . . It's coming. . . Lazy Plume that gravitates in collective rumors fall and spleep.

Translated by David Ramrez.

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