death in Beverly Hills Peter Gimferrer
V In the cabins there telefónicas
misteriosas dibujadas with inscriptions of Lápiz labios. Words of the latest
Son las Muchachas Sweet Blondes
that with bloody cleavage shelter there to die.
Last night under the neon light, the last day in the sun amazing, just streets
irrigated with magnolias, yellow headlights of cars
patrol at dawn.
you wait for one and a half, when you leave the cinema and
this time is dead in the tank
woman whose body was a bouquet of orchids. Wounded in the shooting
night
corners cornered by reflectors, slapped in the night-clubs, and Sweet
my true love in my arms crying.
A final clarity, thinner and sharper,
seems to slip the premises closed:
this light stops passers
and talks softly of his childhood.
Music from another time, singing to the rhythm of notes whose old
met one night to Ava Gardner,
girl wrapped in a clear waterproof
kissed once in the elevator, in the dark between two floors, and
had very blue eyes , and always spoke very quietly
voice called Nelly.
Close your eyes and listen to the song of the sirens in the night
silver neon signs.
The night is warm blue avenues. Shadow embrace shadows
pools and bars.
In the dark sky the stars fought
when he died of love,
and it was like smelling a perfume slowly.
In "Death in Beverly Hills" Pere Gimferrer
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