TEND THE SCRATCH

I go down to the sweet room

inner loneliness

foster shelter

smoking room and oratory

telex room

inner office

Communion booth and telephone

With the world

Vibrate megahertz ether

A room of my own

In my loneliness

I keep silent

And through prayer and fasting

i am a monk

That he no longer goes to mass

Because in Rome dwells the antichrist

ex cathedra

Posing on the buttocks

From the great ass of La Plata

that damn jesuit

I hear the voice of God

lit candles

Of the icons

I smoke a pipe or two

skylight rays

They carry the rumor of the poplars of la salceda

Rumorous Center Garden

Barbecues and parties in summer

a happy idea

a woman's face

In my imagination

far lost blue eyes

And a sad Russian song

that sounds far

this winter morning

I listen

songs of welcome

When the almond trees blossom

Crazy febrerillo brought earthquakes

In Turkey

And in Ukraine they rumble

The cannon shots

Lay the scraper here, love

and be still

the war kangloros

They are just a rumor of the scoundrels

and wicked