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Franco Ibanez Poem
AMNESIA
I remember old streets
gray faces and jerky movements
Something similar to a memory that is not of this life
but mine
as a vital string to an ancient of days
I see eyes that see me or lives that are not
smells that I have not met but I know
hands saying goodbye or resigned smiles
paper´s farewell
especially old streets
old faces
old windows
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Franco Ibanez Poem
GOTHAM
The brothels are terrible in Gotham City
and do little excuses
no one is safe from a bite
there in the shadows where the bodies are dried
from morning until evening, and where three channels in black and white and a touch of reality is structured
-Gotham-
There are four patriarchal figures making waves
and gigantic shadows behind them
dormant in the darkness
and where I see the Patriot Village
who believe blindly in what they say news
the repeating word for word what he believes is true
there in the corner surreptitious
-Gotham-
This is the sunset in Gotham city
a small town
those who are the least damaged in times of crisis
Ay! my Gotham
Welcome to Gotham
if you want to run away if you want to mourn
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Franco Ibanez Poem
A PART OF HISTORY
Our failures in cities burn-forget-
Our failures haunt us-biting heels
We choked rictus stun their neon
We are awaiting instructions-but-
His masked beings see us but do not touch us
They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing
I see no valid interlocutors in our failures
unsustainable and necrotic inside
dolls and stumps but only weak
Crawling and scratching kevlar window separating us from living
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