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Nuta Gangan Poem
I will die intoxicated
by the poison of sweet lies
falling from your cheating lips...
ah...
how well they lie...
when they touch me whispering
and drink me slowly
stirring storms
on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor
nights turn into days
days grow longer and golden
encounters are pampered on exotic beaches
in realms reached only by boat
women with breasts burned by endless summers
wink at you
sipping colorful margaritas
seagulls break the mirrored surface
with hungry beaks and sharp screams
samba rumba bachata merengue
ay ay ay Latin American fiesta
round hips sway under hot hands
corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests
and your lips keep lying to me
etching hot petals on my thighs
awakened from the tropical drowsiness
(hanging from the crescent moon
and baptizing the verse with tequila
a mariachi prays endearingly
Dios mio
give me days to die
and nights to rise again
una y otra vez)
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Nuta Gangan Poem
when you want to talk
about the weather
politics
multiple orgasms
the cost of human flesh
call me
I am the planet’s
most informed citizen
I know people, mister
I have information
I know the local butcher
at times I feel his knife so close
my blood burns like acid in the bowels
running wild
a lion out of its cage
one ninety over seventy
you’re doing well young lady
your blood pressure is orgasmic
don’t worry
even paradise has side effects
as a matter of fact
the butcher is searching for a fresh heart
red
still throbbing
(the more broken the better)
the law of unruly hearts depended
as you well know
on the times we lived through
naked like carcasses escaped from autopsy
hello yes
no...
I am not the operator
she could not return from
one ninety over seventy
dear listeners
(with government-issued certificates
clearly not breaking
any laws)
nothing is as high as it seems
nor as satisfactory as the moaning
nothing more painful than a blunt knife
stubbornly seeking the wound
(translation from Romanian by Adrian G Sahlean)
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Nuta Gangan Poem
love
the world was ending
and still we owed each other
the unconsummated kisses
of all lovers
it rained bitterly
desperately feverishly
it rained with the need of droughts
the despair of floods
your body unleashed
merciless thunder
lightning ripped mine
into quivering arches
you finally slept
by the hot thighs of my thought
at the edge of a long kiss
desperate as the end of the world
with bloody lips
I rose
wrapped you in a dream
and with a single gesture
stopped the rain
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Nuta Gangan Poem
we are two blind people infiltrated
one in another
two white lost words in a phrase understood by nobody
we try to find each other but we'll never find us
we mix sharp and rebel syllables
in a sigh strangled by infirmities
my breast buds know braille
your fingertips have green eyes
our arms began to lengthen snakes
You twirl me
you get under my skin
burn me
you unzip me from my bones
from my blood you uncoil me
your palms crushes me just to give birth again
to another woman
with the same soft mouth
with the same blind eyes
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Nuta Gangan Poem
but I would have bitten from my own apple
deeply crazy
with the lust of the one that have never bitten
the forbidden fruit
(even poisoned by regrets)
you were only at one gesture away
at just one deeper bite
I was feeling your taste
knowing your desperation and need
I don’t ever know if I loved you...
the sin is there even today
untouched
on the highest shelf
waiting to be committed
you
you are still there
illegal
in my heart
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