Tomás Sánchez Hidalgo



Let them invent

In front of a huge swamp,
and after closing many
child cancer hospitals,
today the towers are higher again,
even though there are, also,
buildings without elevator
(which would be an advantage in a seismic zone),
but it doesn't seem a dream job
for someone who grew up in Gelsenkirchen,
so do not often think about the midnight sun.
Will we import some model of wind?,
but we won't import sandals with socks,
I hope
(have you ever discussed fashion
with a Catholic priest?).



Warhol had Marilyn (Capote had Tiffany's)

Thunderous storm and fury,
500 km/h
(ice marbles:
the sun suddenly disappeared);
two not-Spanish? brands
in an ugly situation,
inside, Golden Mile,
of an establishment of relatively comfortable minds:
as it has already been pointed out,
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Some cables later, God willing,
barbarism has reached prices:
microphones crying:
it's not like being placidly beaten
inside a stilt.
In short, a tiny catastrophe,
a whole denouement:
electric, sudden, explosive;
everything is imperfect resistance to despicable time.
What are they thinking of us,
everybody else?:
an eternal nervous wildlife
(the friends,
the envy,
the rest of the world,
some stale union).
A vast clock-made prison,
as I perceive the transparency of air, in solitary confinement.
We have been awakening.
Let us always be.



Tomás Sánchez Hidalgo holds a BBA (Universidad Autónoma de Madrid), a MBA (IE Business School), a Master in Creative Writing (Hotel Kafka) and a Certificate in Arts Administration (New York University). His works have been published in magazines like Driade and Metamorfosis, and he has been the winner of prizes like Criaturas feroces (Editorial Destino) in short story and a finalist at Festival Eñe in novel. He has developed his career in finance and stock-market.
 
 
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