Poem
Gloria Dünkler
Wir wollen die ganze nacht trinken
In the tavern, after their watch, the veteransdescribed the details of their triumphs while lifting their cups,
whispering their songs to the smitten mistresses. There
would be no more good times after death
nobody would escape, so they smoked and came to blows
outside the barracks.
After having fought a few – for every
triumph a cross or a medal – , all I could think about was returning
to the south made a hero.
© Translation: 2015, Edgar García
Wir wollen die ganze nacht trinken
Wir wollen die ganze nacht trinken
En la taberna, después de la guardia, los veteranosrelataban pormenores de sus triunfos alzando copas,
susurrando canciones a las mancebas enamoradas. Los
buenos tiempos no llegarían jamás pues de la muerte
nadie se escapaba, así que fumaban y discutían a golpes
afuera de las barracas.
Después de haber combatido a unos cuantos – por cada
triunfo una cruz y una medalla – , yo sólo pensaba en volver
al sur transformado en un héroe.
© 2009, Gloria Dunkler
From: Füchse von Llafenko
Publisher: Ediciones Tácitas, Santiago, Chile
From: Füchse von Llafenko
Publisher: Ediciones Tácitas, Santiago, Chile
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Wir wollen die ganze nacht trinken
In the tavern, after their watch, the veteransdescribed the details of their triumphs while lifting their cups,
whispering their songs to the smitten mistresses. There
would be no more good times after death
nobody would escape, so they smoked and came to blows
outside the barracks.
After having fought a few – for every
triumph a cross or a medal – , all I could think about was returning
to the south made a hero.
© 2015, Edgar García
From: Füchse von Llafenko
From: Füchse von Llafenko
Wir wollen die ganze nacht trinken
In the tavern, after their watch, the veteransdescribed the details of their triumphs while lifting their cups,
whispering their songs to the smitten mistresses. There
would be no more good times after death
nobody would escape, so they smoked and came to blows
outside the barracks.
After having fought a few – for every
triumph a cross or a medal – , all I could think about was returning
to the south made a hero.
© 2015, Edgar García
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