Lowry, Malcolm: Delirium in Vera Cruz
Delirium in Vera Cruz (Angol)Where has the tenderness gone, he asked the mirror Of the Biltmore Hotel, cuarto 216. Alas, Can its reflection lean against the glass Too, wondering where I have gone, into what horror? Is that it staring at me now with terror Behind your frail, tilted barrier? Tenderness Was here, in this very retreat, in this Place, its form seen, cries heard by you. What error Is here? Am I that forked rashed image? Is this the ghost of love which you reflected? Now with a background of tequila, stubs, dirty collars, Sodium perborate, and a scrawled page To the dead, telephone disconnected? ... He smashed all the glass in the room. (Bill: $50)
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