Reading from Southbank Centre's Poetry Parnassus festival, 2012. Reading in Spanish.
Translated from the Spanish by Thomas Charles L. Rothe:
In Jan Neruda’s Tavern
Poor Catallus, stop your nonsense
and accept the loss of what you see is lost
A Czech of extraordinary scale sways me in his rhythm of moulded metals
teaching me with a mellow accent to say
red flower in winter
A giant Czech is grateful for the light contact of our fingers
A huge Czech begins to wane as he drinks more
A small Czech could drown in his own tears
maybe confessing domestic problems
A petty Czech sleeps off his drunkenness on my shoulder
while he makes himself invisible he murmurs some words of gratitude
Before disappearing he offers on more glass of Becherovka.