‘A man passes with a load of bread on his shoulder’ by Cesar Vallejo

Un hombre pasa con un pan al hombro… por Cesar Vallejo

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Un hombre pasa con un pan al hombro.

��Voy a escribir, despu��s, sobre mi doble?

Otro se sienta, r��scase, extrae un piojo de su axila,��m��talo.

��Con qu�� valor hablar del psicoan��lisis?

Otro ha entrado a mi pecho con un palo en la mano.

��Hablar luego de S��crates al m��dico?

Un cojo pasa dando el brazo a un ni��o.

��Voy, despu��s, a leer a Andr�� Bret��n?

Otro tiembla de fr��o, tose, escupe sangre.

��Cabr�� aludir jam��s al Yo profundo?

Otro busca en el fango huesos, c��scaras,

��C��mo escribir, despu��s, del infinito?

Un alba��il cae de un techo, muere y ya no almuerza.

��Innovar, luego, el tropo, la met��fora?

Un comerciante roba un gramo en el peso a un cliente,

��Hablar, despu��s, de cuarta dimensi��n?

Un banquero falsea su balance.

��Con qu�� cara llorar en el teatro?

Un paria duerme con el pie a la espalda.

��Hablar, despu��s, a nadie de Picasso?

Alguien va en un entierro sollozando.

��C��mo luego ingresar a la Academia?

Alguien limpia un fusil en su cocina.

��Con qu�� valor hablar del m��s all��?

Alguien pasa contando con sus dedos.

��C��mo hablar del no-yo sin dar un grito

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOZiK22SQaE

A man passes with a load of bread on his shoulder

After that, am I going to write about my double?

Another sits and scratches, finds a louse and kills it.

What���s the point of discussing psychoanalysis then?

Another has entered my chest, club in hand.

Shall I talk Socrates to the doctor?

The cripple goes by, a kid on his arm.

I’ll read read Andre Breton after that?

Another shivers from cold, coughs, spits blood.

Never to fit again, those most profound allusions?

Another gropes the pile for bones, rinds?

How to write, after that, about the infinite?

A bricklayer falls off the roof and dies, no longer eats lunch.

Innovate then the trope, the metaphor?

The retailer cheats his client out of a gram by weight.

Afterward, we���ll be talking about the 4th dimension?

A banker falsifies his balance.

Like this, this face, weeping in the theater?

The homeless person sleeps feet folded underneath.

Later, can anybody be talking about Picasso?

Someone weeps on the way to the burial.

After that, how to work your way into academia?

Someone cleans arms in their kitchen.

How will we speak of what exists in the world beyond?

Someone passes counting on their fingers.

How to speak of some Other without howling?

Second International Conference of Anti-fascist writers, Madrid 1937