05/15/2013

The Hero

He lived. He died.
He knew how to be nothing and all
at the same time.


Nobody

I open the door.
I find there´s nobody
outside or in.





(the originals, in Spanish)

El Héroe

Vivió. Murió.
Supo ser nadie y todos
al mismo tiempo.

Nadie

Abro la puerta.
Descubro que no hay nadie
fuera ni dentro.

REVIEW

It’s as if his poems happen twice.
First as the bullet that pierces the skin;
second as the tracer whose flare
ribbons the dark with carmine.

Read Valerio Magrelli’s “I’ve often imagined gazes” at Poetry International >>

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