Calin Dengel Poet Burlesque

Rue Saint-Denis

Viens à Maman,
let me show you how that shameful thing is done, 
you konw, with ink on paper,
for you not to be sorry anymore,
in the morning with croissant Triomphe 
and floating island by Abyssinian charms.
Fix your shoe laces, suck your belly
and grab me by the aorta.
Let go of me
over Père Malin´s brothel,
for more than three coins.
Eat it all up! 



From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.

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Beata Agustin December 4, 2024 at 1:09 AM I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.