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Vallejo, César: [A man walks by with a baguette on his shoulder] ([Un hombre pasa con un pan al hombro] in English)

Portre of Vallejo, César

[Un hombre pasa con un pan al hombro] (Spanish)

Un hombre pasa con un pan al hombro
¿Voy a escribir, después, después, sobre mi doble?

Otro se sienta, ráscase, extrae un piojo de su axila, mátalo
¿Con qué valor hablar del psicoanálisis?

Otro ha entrado a mi pecho con un palo en la mano
¿Hablar luego de Sócrates al médico?

Un cojo pasa dando el brazo a un niño
¿Voy, después, a leer a André Breton?

Otro tiembla de frío, tose, escupe sangre
¿Cabrá aludir jamás al Yo profundo?  

Otro busca en el fango huesos, cáscaras
¿Cómo escribir, después, del infinito?

Un albañil cae de un techo, muere y ya no almuerza
¿Innovar, luego, el tropo, la metáfora?

Un comerciante roba un gramo en el peso a un cliente
¿Hablar, después, de cuarta dimensión?

Un banquero falsea su balance
¿Con qué cara llorar en el teatro?

Un paria duerme con el pie a la espalda
¿Hablar, después, a nadie de Picasso?

Alguien va en un entierro sollozando
¿Cómo luego ingresar a la Academia?

Alguien limpia un fusil en su cocina
¿Con qué valor hablar del más allá?

Alguien pasa contando con sus dedos
¿Cómo hablar del no yo b sin dar un grito?



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[A man walks by with a baguette on his shoulder] (English)

A man walks by with a baguette on his shoulder.
Am I going to write, after that, about my double?

Another sits, scratches, extracts a louse from his armpit, kills it.
How dare one speak about psychoanalysis?

Another has entered my chest with a stick in hand.
To talk then about Socrates with the doctor?

A cripple passes by holding a child's hand.
After that I'm going to read Andre Breton?

Another trembles from cold, coughs, spits blood.
Will it ever be possible to allude to the deep Self?

Another searches in the muck for bones, rinds.
How to write, after that, about the infinite?

A bricklayer falls from a roof, dies and no longer eats lunch.
To innovate, then, the trope, the metaphor?

A merchant cheats a customer out of a gram.
To speak, after that, about the fourth dimension?

A banker falsifies his balance sheet.
With what face to cry in the theater?

An outcast sleeps with his foot behind his back.
To speak, after that, to anyone about Picasso?

Someone goes to a burial sobbing.
How then become a member of the Academy?

Someone cleans a rifle in his kitchen.
How dare one speak about the beyond?

Someone passes by counting with his fingers.
How speak of the non-self without screaming?



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Source of the quotationhttp://www.ronnowpoetry.com

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