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Jorge Enrique 

City . . .



City . . .

To Paris

Proclaim not your dreams City,

the winds veil your face.

My flesh ambles your fringes,

shivering in the cold under a gauzy moon

your walls are unfriendly and rude.

Only you and I, City, know the secret.

A fleeting desire, I will not feign

before your sea, your palaces, or your cathedrals.

City, you call me not...

Am I still a stranger to you?

Has the sun beguiled me into your snares

while I bloat in my chest ideas

and endless memories?

City,

where I once belonged,

today you’re but a heap of waxing futile illusions

in a mossy urb.

City,

where I was once a child,

you still hold me back while denying me the impossible

in your warm and salty breeze,

but your clatter and din will remain in my bleeding sky.

Jorge Enrique Gonzalez

Pacheco


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