Linda Martini & Laura de Jesus

 

New Path

The past man lamented, when the 

deadlines expired, he rehearsed 

a new speech, threatening some paradises.

I had stopped believing in words 

and poetry read it in books.

Behold, another has arisen new, 

in his old age of one who has already 

ived worlds. She got it

that his destiny passed through him 

and his know-how was good 

for him without promises, 

but fulfilling the deadline of the present day.

This madness of the sun rising every day.

I dispensed with opium and the old man.

I wanted a new path, 

this one of difficult but concrete paths.

Sweet, hand to hand, no threats.

Making new poetry in his day.