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Poem

Carlos Bedoya

HIT PARADE

Someone sings
in the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.

A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.

Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.

Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.

HIT PARADE

HIT PARADE

Alguien canta
en la tiniebla
amable
de esta pesadilla.

Una boca
grande carnosa
pintada de rouge barato
gime sin pausa
en el sótano.

Boletería agotada.
Nubes ilíquidas
cancelan
facturas de función
tras el abracadabra.

Donde a todas luces
danzas
el hit último
del dolor.
Close

HIT PARADE

Someone sings
in the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.

A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.

Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.

Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.

HIT PARADE

Someone sings
in the kind
darkness
of this nightmare.

A big fleshy
mouth
colored with cheap rouge
moans ceaselessly
in the basement.

Tickets sold out.
Solid clouds
cancel
performance bills
after the abracadabra.

Where by any reckoning
you dance
the last hit
of pain.
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
Veerhuis
VDM
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