José Manuel Arango Poems

as if crossing a river
I undress beside her body

risky
like a river at night
...

(after Anacreon)



The girl, with the hair almost blue
and large, sparkling eyes
waves, excited by the music.
...

perhaps madness
is the punishment

for he who violates a secret precinct
and looks in the eyes of a terrible
animal
...

I

men rush out on the streets
to celebrate the coming of night
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With a glass in my hand, looking at the mountains,
I caress the back of my dog.
...

Those whose job it is to wash the streets
(they get up early, so God helps them)
find on the stones, every other day, puddles of blood
...

night, like an animal
left its breath on my window

between the needles of the cold
...

in what arduous countries
in what obscure war
without knowing it
...