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Poem

Raúl Henao

LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER

I take a walk with a cloud
what a barber’s devilry love is!



At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.



It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.

SIEMPRE EL AMOR LA LIBERTAD

SIEMPRE EL AMOR LA LIBERTAD

Me paseo en compañía de una nube
¡que encanto de peluquero es el amor!



En cada parada de buses me arrojas
la incendiaria granada de tus ojos.
La orquesta aparecida en mitad
de una fuente de agua
guarda un ligero parecido con tu voz
anidando en el arco iris de tus pechos.
La tempestad resulta menos ardiente
que el carbón de tus labios
conjugados en la baraja de tu sonrisa.



Mil perdigueros no bastan para elogiar
la antorcha luminosa de tu rostro
Que enciende el brazo armado de la libertad.
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LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER

I take a walk with a cloud
what a barber’s devilry love is!



At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.



It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.

LOVE FREEDOM FOREVER

I take a walk with a cloud
what a barber’s devilry love is!



At every bus-stop you cast my way
the fire-raising pomegranate of your eyes.
The orchestra turning up in the middle
of a gushing fount
bears a slight resemblance to your voice
building its nest in the rainbow of your breasts.
The storm turns out not quite so hot
as the coal on your lips
shuffled in your smile’s deck of cards.



It would take more than a thousand retrievers
to give full praise to the bright torch of your face
Lighting up the weapon-bearing arm of freedom.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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