Ernest Farrés Poems

At the hotel a woman in her underwear
pores over a train timetable. An hour later,
in low spirits and bone-tired,
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In this bedroom devoid of furniture
and unpolluted the action is set.
It is filled with sunlight admitted
by the window and my footsteps resound
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The right to switch on the lights in the bedroom
at night and to take a turn back and forth half naked
without drawing curtains or lowering blinds
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When you entered my life, on no account
did you enter quietly, but like
those unexpected things that exclude one
from conformism. Pliable, not knowing
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The man is looking for trouble,
thrills, sublime ecstasies, places
short on folklore, deals,
calculated approximations, objects
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It's as if the horizon had overflowed,
as if nature had marked the passage
from day to night by slowing time,
as if a hydrogen bomb had exploded.
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