Luis Carlos López (Cartagena de Indias, Colombia, 11 Junio 1879 - Cartagena de Indias, Colombia 30 October 1950 CASE
My cousin, lean and cold,
ugly spinster,
with nostalgic weakness think
in matters of the village ...
want to live with her young
of webbed. Want
manage the farm daily
pulley
well, hear
fasting
their mass and swallow some
another Eucharistic wafer,
without thinking tiznar
with the sixth commandment
pornographic. So be it.
*****
the rain
not let me out the rain
persistent. And in the consumptive lane,
under the eaves,
complains one organ. Sweetly
lulls me with your complaint
mimosa the mournful organ,
while I mentally
dozing mumbled:
not let me out the rain
persistent.
not let me leave
rain.
*****
PACE IN
crosses the stream the lonely burial
a
poor. It is natural
a dog to accompany you
under vesperal indifference.
¿De qué murió? Sería
de bulimia, es decir,
de no haber visto la panadería
con ojos de fakir.
Y ahora va, como inútil adjetivo,
despanzurrado dentro de un cajón
de tablas de barril. –He aquí un motivo
para una cerebral masturbación.
*****
GIRLS Spinsters
Girls
provincial spinster,
weave the years reading brochures
and peering into windows and balconies ...
Girls province
the needle and thimble, which do nothing but
take
night coffee and papaya ...
Girls
province
emerging-if you leave the house
early church,
with ride domestic geese.
Girls province
papandujas, etc. singing wistfully
from sun to sun: - "Susana come" ... "Susan" ...
Poor girls, poor girls
so helpless and caste
say making Devil
cross his arms: - Poor girls! ...
*****
LATE SUMMER
The shade, which makes a haven
on the rural space,
invites to rest
sedative, Sunday ...
Canijo, gooseneck
Crosses reading a missal,
absolute master of the gentle people
uncut, asinine people.
rich robe encircling
cloth, cares a fig
the misery of the fold.
And I, from my window,
cleaning my rifle, I say:
- What do I do with this rifle?
*****
CASIMIRO DIED ...
Casimiro He died
Ringer
the rural church. And this morning
him to the last hole
with three or four double bell ...
They took a downpour
definitely. And Juana was
his niece, without sun or eaves,
and as beautiful as frivolous!
... And who can say that Casimiro
not hurried sip by sip, with a sigh
and another sigh, a cup of bitterness,
knowing the forked tongue
of the devotees! Knowing the cure!
And knowing both your niece!
*****
WHICH CAME FROM PARIS
"Is not it true, my dove,
They're breathing love "
José Zorrilla
Girt flux pederast,
fragrant flower in his buttonhole, mustaches
aggressive and very sharp under the facial angle.
And the bride, the cuddly
color skirt, blue lilial, hair
sealing a flush, a sentimental attitude
and rabbit eyes. - Spend the pleasure of lifting
- joined the
boater hat with urinal-shaped dust
the display, requiring
phrases with syrup and pepermín.
*****
DAWN FRESH
a hump on the ridge emerges
chlorotic face the sun, identically
that centuries of centuries.
wan bluff off in a corner of the neighborhood
. Fleet at dawn cooking strong-smelling
that breathes like eating ...
and curled roof to shade
Plan a blind flute. The unhappy
As a perfume aims to roast chicken.
Close your eyes and open your nose ...
*****
THE NATURAL
We are on a street of Toledo. Suddenly an organ
violates the gathering. A sale
opens wide in the attic of a mansion
: an old man emerges as a stroke
beet, shaggy eyebrows, and check
turbid stream of crap ...
And in the gray alley, crossroad
sunken sleeping like a speck
Cotton, huge vibrating laughter echo
Behind a curse ...
*****
A Rosalbina
well know, adorable Rosalbina,
that before your eyes look cat
I felt like cul corner
squint and deaf and battered and bewildered!
... Why are you for me Lucifer? ...
If I'm that nonsense long
under pyramidon and morphine
and bromide and baking!
much ice keeps the bottom of my cup,
that even in a corridor of the "Club la Popa"
seeing your husband patojo
and wanting to do nonsense,
solicitous asked: - How now, poet?
And I said ironically: "An evil eye.
*****
PLANK STREET (describe your place of birth)
Sucia, unpaved, uneven
where my relatives live a great
Rigail Call. And that's nothing!
Because there is a store, a mess
No comparison: bitumen, salt beef,
Paris Lace, works of Pio Baroja
and also on a sword
and a basin, Tokyo lanterns.
But the street unnoticed
folios light goes on record,
Because there, and unfortunately
whim of fate came to life
Who writes these immortal lines
To honor and prez of Portugal!. I said.
*****
A SATAN
Satan, I ask you a simple and complicated soul
as yours. A happy soul in their grief. Your
enjoy, and I envy you your happy laughter,
If a tiger, for example, eat a Mockingbird.
My life, my life is provides a treated!
My life, stem and flower useless without painless
Dual faded almost leafless.
And boredom is a hairy worm in the flower.
thinking ten thousand foolish nonsense and do!.
For you, Satan, knowing that I lost my way
And sad, here in the land of coconut and coffee.
live like things in the windows,
died of an aneurysm to which my neighbor.
died sitting in what they call toilet!.
*****
FUNERAL
many women, when I die
They will address such instead of me!.
(A Agnes loved her on the stairs,
and Juana in a cupboard).
But all in vain. Oh how ominous
The latest farce made in Latin,
hat next to the coachman
Senate, anise drunk!.
Bad speeches, three crowns
And I helpless!. People
Graves say, does he die?
While Luisa, Rosa, Elena
might say: Oh, good soul! Thinking
alone: \u200b\u200bHe was a rascal.
***** THE COCKROACH
The smoking woman giving in lewd
with an air of nicotine
bitter sweetness of the kiss.
If when you normally dance hip swirls
is looking for the shuttle.
And if you drink and get drunk
exposes the cockroach ...
to be stepping on anyone.
*****
unexpected sight
Demoiselles
fears can be removed, because what follows is truly tragic
"Fray Candille
spent a few meters
an islet that protrudes with
The Hottentot sensual indolence.
There is a blade of vegetation.
whom does this set
Stone, this senile aberration
In the centuries? In vain
is the scourge of the sea against the coolness of the rock. Luce
a beacon that has
The gross form of an erect penis
Phenomenal. Maybe
meditation on love this cropped
homeland cliff
only in his candid nudity!
*****
THE NAIL GUN
Old cannon rust patina and dreaming
in bygone campaign
under the sullen torpor of the lane
you die of sadness in a corner. Even
your texture is something that infuses
guess the breath of the feat, and something of that
robustness of Spain
that numantina drew blood.
Oh! What's in your resignation, death! Poor
gun! deserve another chance. Luckily
if in the end, there nailed
while struggling with the iron ages,
greets you with a paw or a dog
sobija you some love ...
*****
VARILLAZO
unequal punishment out of my pocket or not carrying
a penny, I fixed the obsession
become a rogue
if you want to get to the ring
that I'm getting there: a ring pretending
a small lizard with two eyes ... You'll see the brightness of his eyes
is not cheap.
For you, great painter, musician, and a famous bard
industrial, not staying
but the size of your income, you can send me
well, but not in exchange
of the ring-a sizable check
a sum of a few $ ...
