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Poet of the "disaster and the great heaviness of the blood", Jose Emilio Pacheco will meet this June 30, 79 years. He is remembered with four poems that contain the imminence of the irremediable: the life of junk, pigs and fish asphyxiation.
Junk
The guard does not let me through.
I have exceeded the age limit.
I come from a country that no longer exists
My papers are not in good standing
I need a stamp
J & # 39; need another signature
I do not speak the language.
I did not
I failed admission exam
They canceled my position in the big factory
I was unemployed today and forever.
I completely miss the influence.
I've been here at
And our masters say it's time
to shut up and sink into the trash.
A pig in front of God
I'm seven years old. At the farm, I observe
through a window a man who crosses
and who will kill a pig
I do not want to see the show
hear premonitory cries
. ] (Almost human is, zoologists say,
Inside the intelligent pig,
even more than dogs and horses.)
Creatures of God, my grandmother calls them
] Brother pig, I would have said San Francisco
And now it's the notch and the flowing blood
And I'm a child but I'm wondering already:
God did he create the pigs to devour?
Who is he responding to? : to the prayer of the pig
or to the one who crossed to cut his throat?
If God exists, why does this pig suffer?
Bubbles the flesh in the oil.
Soon, I'll swallow like a pig
But I'm not going to meet at the table
Questions about imprecations pigs
Why all their names are njurias ?:
Pig of pig pig.
Living dirt; eat, swallow
(because they will be eaten and eaten).
On their knees and cheek scorn contempt
for their ludicrous appearance, their lust,
their fears of obscene owner.
Nobody cries when I die more plaintively,
repeating interminably:
and thinking that for that I was prepared,
what pigs do you pigs what pigs
first degree equation with a stranger
the city, by mistake
or spooky incongruity, I saw
suddenly a fish almost dead. Boqueaba
poisoned by dirty water, lethal
as our air. What frenzy
of his round lips,
the movable zero of his mouth.
Perhaps nothing
or the indescribable word,
the last voice
of nature in the valley
For him there was no salvation
but of choose between two forms of suffocation
And it does not leave me in peace the double agony,
the torment of water and its inhabitant
his will to be heard
his irrevocable sentence
I will never know what he was trying to tell me
the speechless fish who spoke only the tongue
omnipotent of the death of our mother [19659023] AG
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