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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fat lady came out first,<br>tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.<br>The fat lady<br>who turns dying octopuses inside out.<br>The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,<br>was running through the streets and deserted buildings<br>and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the corners<br>and stirring up the furies of the last centuries' feasts<br>and summoning the demon of bread through the sky's clean-swept hills<br>and filtering a longing for light into subterranean tunnels.<br>The graveyards, yes the graveyards<br>and the sorrow of the kitchens buried in sand,<br>the dead, pheasants and apples of another era,<br>pushing it into our throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were murmuring from the jungle of vomit<br>with the empty women, with hot wax children,<br>with fermented trees and tireless waiters<br>who serve platters of salt beneath harps of saliva.<br>There's no other way, my son, vomit! There's no other way.<br>It's not the vomit of hussars on the breasts of their whores,<br>nor the vomit of cats that inadvertently swallowed frogs,<br>but the dead who scratch with clay hands<br>on flint gates where clouds and desserts decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fat lady came first<br>with the crowds from the ships, taverns, and parks.<br>Vomit was delicately shaking its drums<br>among a few little girls of blood<br>who were begging the moon for protection.<br>Who could imagine my sadness?<br>The look on my face was mine, but now isn't me,<br>the naked look on my face, trembling for alcohol<br>and launching incredible ships<br>through the anemones of the piers.<br>I protect myself with this look<br>that flows from waves where no dawn would go,<br>I, poet without arms, lost<br>in the vomiting multitude,<br>with no effusive horse to shear<br>the thick moss from my temples.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fat lady went first<br>and the crowds kept looking for pharmacies<br>where the bitter tropics could be found.<br>Only when a flag went up and the first dogs arrived<br>did the entire city rush to the railings of the boardwalk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q>
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tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
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The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,
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