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While (translation)
High-heeled Executive Poetry
To the lap of the exit doors
It’s not luxury what Luxury pretends
And the clouds look like a sprawl,
My dyslexic thoughts—planes.
Accompanying the Luxury to the runner,
I pretend not to be thinking of you,
But the light that strikes me, internal,
Combats,
Sighs,
Conspires
For your jovial eyes,
Your wise gestures,
Your attentive hands,
And your lips.
The doors open,
Luxury is already out,
While I keep adopting covers…
Flying to the inside, where my mind slips,
No,
I never think of you,
Only “while.”
While Luxury talks about things,
My spirit flies into you;
Without reaching the meeting or aims,
While people are waiting and searching,
I already have you in me.
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