I happened

Cun remexido de ideas, deume un día por probar a escribir un poemiña en inglés. 

Este é o resultado, se cadra con erros,

se cadra non moi bon, pero foi un exercicio interesante :) 

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I happened the winds on a whistle

and got my caution back from it

wrestling restlessness relentlessly

I sold it my truths for a penny,

plus a cash discount on marrow

the same me within that collapses,

ribs first, head second,

over the rotting apple-free insides of my old youth.

Further down,

lower flesh,

empty stomach.

Let’s eat some roses and garlic with passion

And you shall have me bloom and burgeon and burst with

this new you

this new me

this old us of creation.

You’d better caress my emptiness full

as things

only happen to come to pass when they occur

(not before, nor after).

As it just so transpires                          (as your body,

as my body when it runs still)

that things happen when you alone happen them

(like I happened the winds with my whistle)

neither me,

nor him.

Meanwhile,

thick grey matter’s threads throb and thrive

and I sell my words for a penny,

plus a cash discount

on thought.

de Sara Landeta