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Poem

Carlos Bedoya

A SCALE OF RED GEMS

Inside of me night standing
sprinkled with white scales.

After the “good mornings”
a scale of clouds
covered with red gems.

Among bushes
dream snipers
prepare their coup de grâce.

Walking home
I remember
I have lost every house.

ESCALA DE GEMAS ROJAS

ESCALA DE GEMAS ROJAS

Dentro de mí la noche en pie
salpicada por escamas blancas. 

Después de los buenos días
una escala de nubes
cubierta de gemas rojas.

Entre arbustos
francotiradores del sueño
preparan su tiro de gracia.

Camino a casa
recuerdo
que he perdido toda casa.
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A SCALE OF RED GEMS

Inside of me night standing
sprinkled with white scales.

After the “good mornings”
a scale of clouds
covered with red gems.

Among bushes
dream snipers
prepare their coup de grâce.

Walking home
I remember
I have lost every house.

A SCALE OF RED GEMS

Inside of me night standing
sprinkled with white scales.

After the “good mornings”
a scale of clouds
covered with red gems.

Among bushes
dream snipers
prepare their coup de grâce.

Walking home
I remember
I have lost every house.
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