Eberhard Stock
lawless
the roosters crow now,
good love, and go, tasting
dawn.
Anonymous
In this bed where sleep is crying
not rest, but day,
has arrived late at night. Does the body
is the question or the answer to that
so insecure? Small, dry cough,
pulse comes and goes
fresh and old meat
ceremony as there are no gestures or words
to re-interpret the scene as a novice
. I love you. It's bad when the cruel
courtesy. So this
you my body I have always just in your body tan
whereby a
lose myself once again on the morning
lose me.
as a war without heroes, a peace without alliances,
spent the night. And I love you. Seeking
offal, look for a medal
broken live a trophy this time we want to steal
. Tired
and I love you. It's time. "Our meat
the reward, the shrapnel that would justify such a struggle
pure no winners or losers? Hush,
that I love you. It's time. Sign
dawn and trembling. Never light was so early. Claudio Rodríguez
In his book Alliance and conviction (1965)
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