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    Shadow train: Libro 1
    Shadow train: Libro 1
    Shadow train: Libro 1
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    Shadow train: Libro 1

    By José Ramón Monsiváis Arismendi

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    Ideas-wagons tend
    they travel the world
    the driver hooks them in his effort
    keeps them
    travel terrible roads
                                  so accompanied and so alone
    his work runs through suffering
                               the meditation
                                                                    the joy
    passes / between gala dances / village fairs
    the desire is pursued
    more everyday spiders
                  weave in the bedroom / its circular tape
    the years freeze hair / things oxidize
    kill love
                             Or time?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateMar 2, 2020
    ISBN9781071529683
    Shadow train: Libro 1

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      Book preview

      Shadow train - José Ramón Monsiváis Arismendi

      JOSÉ RAMÓN MONSIVÁIS ARISMENDI

      IBEROAMERICAN POETRY PRIZE

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      INDAUTOR

      196825/1997

      SHADOW TRAIN

      ––––––––

      THE STATION

      ROADS

      THE CORNER

      WINTER

      SLEEPERS

      ECOS

      MACHINE

      ITINERARY

      THE STATION

      INSOMNIOS

      INSOMNIOS

      OF YOUR INK

      DAY

      LIKE THE NIGHT TO THE DREAM

      WOMAN

      MEETING

      SEARCH

      GAMES

      Sightings

      TWO DAYS

      SHADES

      COLISEUM

      JUNGLE

      ELVENTO FIGHT

      FUTURE

      THE LIGHT AND THE DARK ARE PERSECTED

      THERE IT TRANSCURNS ONLY THE NIGHT

      NEWS

      INSTANT

      PANORAMAS

      SHADES

      PLACES

      PLACES

      THE SYMBOL SHADOW

      TREE

      LATRAM OF THE LAST FALL OF AUTUMN

      IT IS NOT LOVE

      YOU HAVE LOST SOMETHING THE RADIO

      YOU HAVE BEEN SAID

      CHALLENGE

      THIS GOOD DAY

      ROADS

      Ideas-wagons tend

      they travel the world

      the driver hooks them in his effort

      keeps them

      travel terrible roads

      so accompanied and so alone

      his work runs through suffering

      the meditation

      the joy

      passes / between gala dances / village fairs

      the desire is pursued

      more everyday spiders

      weave in the bedroom / its circular tape

      the years freeze hair / things oxidize

      kill love

      Or time?

      THE CORNER

      Between white walls of a mirror

      Only the shadow slowly moves

      turn on a radio

      music is heard

      as distant as the longings

      the hung train makes her work

      although his chimes do not wake her

      between white walls of a city

      tireless and fast wander the shadow

      labyrinths are created to pass the time

      illusions to complain / occasions to lose them

      between white walls of a bed

      the shadow lies

      discover white profiles out of nowhere

      The other station.

      WINTER

      Away from the clear sky of those days

      the scarves fall

      after embroidered figures

      before a cold that thaws

      weathering in the open

      the express travels again and again through oblivion

      addresses irremediable loneliness

      in a depressed bedroom

      the memory is a tear

      the instant devours everything

      how far from jumping from intermediate to convoy

      to wonder what life is

      ––––––––

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