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Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
English Version 1) Grendel's Divorce You must know that I do not hate And that I hate you, Sides; I hate you in order to start hating you I hate you, and I do not hate you, As if I carried My hate has two lives, in order to Hate you, Do not hate you, I do?!. #700 6/1/05 2) Grendel's Waiting Do not go far off, for more than a Moment; because-because- Don't be alone, even for an hour, Friends, full of anguish will run, ?oh, hide your silhouette, yes Hide it, eyelids and all into an Because-because-in that moment So far, you will not come back; and #701 6/2005 3) Counting Days Each day I wake-up I When I look back, it seems I do not want to swallow-up #703 6/2005 4) Papa Augusto's Hipódromo While I sit here, in the open, #707 6/1/05 Spanish Version 1) El Divorcio de Grendel Usted debe saberlo que yo no odio Y lo que yo odio, Lados; Lo odio con el fin de comenzar a odiarle Le odio, y no le odio, Como si yo llevé Mi odio tiene dos vidas, con el fin Es por eso que le odio, cuando lo hago No lo odio, ¡Hago ?!. *700 6/1/05 2) La Espera de Grendel No vaya muy lejos, por más que un Momento; " porque porque " No esté solo, aún por una hora, de Grendel, llenos de angustia correrán, ?oh, oculte su silueta, sí Oculte ello, párpados y todo en un " Porque porque en " ese momento tan lejos, usted no volverá; y *701 6/2005 3) Conteo de Días Cada día despèrtando yo Cuando miro hacia atrás, parece No quiero tragarlo 4) El hipódromo de Papá Augusto Mientras me siento aquí, en el abierto, In these poems we see not only human nature at work [in Grendel], but the nature of the invisible world perhaps, trying to get into Mr. Siluk's poems. A joyful win at the racetracks, and counting days, can be a bore. All made to order for a nice afternoon in reading. Rosa Penaloza
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