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Poems that I love about Daniel Freidemberg of different books. (Taken from Analecta )

The Wizard

memory for horses
van Light enters the room to do actual
, for a while, things
Something is moving in a corner
(elves? Mice?

loose debris around something like a heart?

cobwebs broken by a sudden air?)

claimed a place where horses come to drink
That's right, now, the important thing: the sound of hooves

on memory

dog look

Udry the rumor of a woman's quiet

a woman who had the angels of heaven
as if the world itself condensed
and I was like a dog to nap, looking
the succession of things that oh yeah
burst
knew each other and put back
as saying "to see"

and were the days and nights, and was
the sharpness of an orange sun
as saying "an orange"
"Yes?" says the woman question "orange?"
"Yes"
chorus says Yes?
Neither she nor I mentioned it, neither she nor I would know

certain words
reach as is the angels of heaven, ah
exploded at the touch of a light change and were
angel feathers falling

as the two got together saying "something together"

And that's the story "that's the story?
man in his own way
orders chaos that shines in their eyes and women account
angels dancing
makes the rhythm of their slow modes as reflections of gold
slow in announcing storm clouds

And she suspects
that
angels and dogs there is a secret to decrypt
"every angel is terrible," he says,
who knows if the dog or me.


L or real thick

Now we were expelled,
thank God, Paradise, it started to rain

a weak water that stretches
networks of grayness and music.
"This" said "should not be so"
but true. More than
ways to filter the light rather than to arm him
gentle soul
order of what is presented "steps?
"something like steps? A slow approach

the bottom of the matter in the eye?
"to something that looks behind the eyes? "I
not going back, "I said, I thought" this is my home, "
" what moves I thought, outside and inside is the same. "
" You're thinking too much, "said, and looked the other water
, that of my words,
also falling, breaking the stone
also of all things,
neither transparent nor opaque water, water, air confusing.

De In the aftermath:

November (IV)

"And do not feel more." Faulkner say he sliced \u200b\u200b
memory
pain and could not say, and write.
why look to be, great body, is my father.
Nothing of this type:
paper with letters that poured time, asphalt
hard and cracked, the sun always.


April (II)

who wrote at the top a star, and is high in the night
a star, does same?, which pronounce
star,
asking what to write when all is said, knows
is not true or is said to
not mute. En-tre-lla, that voice he touches
like someone takes a step and another, syllables
why would not shut down? Why would
not completed a world to sing?
"To play,
nothing else, something that, when touched, sing? Eslletra
esoquesigueahí writes estrull writes.

Daniel Freidemberg