The Man with WindSoles
«If we are absolutely modern—and we are—it’s because Rimbaud commanded us to be».
—No, that’s a lie.
Rimbe never said you could talk on his behalf
From your 5-star Hotel Lautréamont,
From the self-complacency of university
And Utah hamburgers.
—No, No… Gentlemen!
first thing first:
I’ll dream tonight
That your eyes are Rimbe’s eyes
Like the goodness of a woman who lies
And of whom I only request a lie.
Well, we unloaded the cart:
Just a few bottles of wine and Rimbaud’s poppies.
We grew up without realizing so, and now we wait on the road.
At least we were close to people and their land,
Even though all of our habits were corrupted.
In the beginning, the town was light-blue,
The sun woke us up and left us giddy after noon.
We were the shiny grapes of summer,
With our peel we stripped the wind bare.
It’s not hard to understand
That the eternal needs to spill blood.
They are only surprised of what they daren’t do:
And I find the sea, I see my face
In the lizard mirror…
And though the night is cold
I won’t die for being here.
Juan Arabia (Buenos Aires, 1983). Poet and literary critic. He studied Social Sciences in the University of Buenos Aires. He is the director of Buenos Aires Poetry, a magazine of criticism and poetry.