Roberto Bolaño - Poetry




In the reading room of Hell     In the club
for science fiction fans
On the frosted patios     In the bedrooms of passage
On the iced-over paths     When everything finally seems clearer
And each instant is better and less important
With cigarette in mouth and with fear     Sometimes
green eyes     And 26 years     Yours truly





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