The day has got a pause with a proper name
with a flavour to joy
an every day summer
sulfur painfully
set in the lungs
splinters?
.................trees?
............................woods?
Oblong skies that are splinters
and that are bread, that are a world coming back
and that can be
(trans. by Aurelio Meza)
Luis Arce (Mexico City, 1989) studies Spanish Literature at UNAM. That's all I know about him for now.
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If the english has a good thing, it is that everything sounds grate,
¡EVERYTHING!. Good blog Aurelio (sorry for my bad domain of the laguaje)
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