FULL METAL JACKET
Who protects me from birds?
Lucien Blaga.
Poets are old soldiers
Nothing hurts them.
Can sleep long hours
At the end of the night
they take the rope
by the neck
They look at themselves a lot
in the broken mirror
of their fears
On the roof beams
with their knives
suffering write
Who protects me from birds?
They are rather
myopic boys
in a country in war.
Here is the original poem in Spanish:
Hello, eSteemed Steemians, lovers of poetry and digital art...
The friends of the Colectivo Editorial La Mancha (Editorial Collective The Stain), from Caracas, Venezuela, had kindly to publish me a book of poems that I began to write at the end of the 20th century and in the elaboration of which I invested more than ten years. It is a collection of poems that carries the same name of one of Sthepan King's novels that was later taken to the cinema, Zona Muerta, Dead Zone.
Throughout it, I play and review the figure of the ungodly, the monsters, the antiheroes, the killers, the outsiders and other characters that meander through the screens of popular cinema, trying to find the poetic essence that some beings marginalized by society may have.
On this occasion I wanted to translate one of the poems included in the book which talks about of a paradox such as the fact of fortitude and, at the same time, of the fragility of poets who live in the midst of a society in which various forms of violence are present.
https://www.deepl.com/ helps me with the Translation
I intervened the images with the free software http://firealpaca.com/
I convert them into a GIF with the free software http://firealpaca.com/douga/
