Alexander Andreyevich Prokhanov (Russian: Александр Андреевич Проханов; born on February 26, 1938, in Tbilisi) is a Soviet and Russian writer, a member of the secretariat of the Writers Union of the Russian Federation and the author of more than 30 novels and short story collections. He is the editor-in-chief of Russia's extreme-right newspaper Zavtra ("Завтра", Tomorrow), that combines ultranationalist and communist views.
Alexander Prokhanov was born in Tbilisi, where his ancestors, members of the Russian Christian molokan sect, had been deported to by Catherine the Great. His granduncle Ivan Prokhanov was a leader of the All-Russian Union of Evangelican Christians (1908–1928) and the one-time vice-President of the Baptist World Alliance who left the USSR in 1928 and died in emigration.
In 1955 Prokhanov enrolled into the Moscow Aviation Institute where for the first time he started to write poetry and prose. After the graduation he worked as an engineer at a Ministry of Defense factory, then, in 1962–1964, as a forester in Karelia and the Moscow oblast. In the late 1960s he started writing essays and reports for numerous magazines (Krugozor, Smena, Selskaya Molodyozh), later citing Andrey Platonov and Vladimir Nabokov as major influences.
SEGUNDA VIRGINIDAD
Saavedra
Hoy no cambiaría ni el sofá
Que nos acuna alguna que otra noche
Ni mi falda, ni tu espalda, ni mi coche
Ya cansado de tanto rodar
Hoy no cambiaría ni esta piel
Que ya los años van colonizando
Que al placer le pasa cuentas por cobrar
Por no haber aparecido desde siempre
Hoy no cambiaría la ansiedad
De amarnos con testigos imprudentes
De darte mí segunda virginidad
Con urgencia de condenada a muerte
Coro
No te cambio ni loca
Ni tus brazos ni tu alma ni tu boca
Ya que te volviste imprescindible
Como aquella espina que me jode
Hoy que esta la piel y el corazón
En proceso de metamorfosis
Hoy que me declaro una inconsciente
Por debilidad de las neuronas
Abandono mis batallas contra el ruido
Porque quiero emborracharme de tu voz
No cambio los horarios de vampiro
Las gafas para el sol ya están colgadas
Aunque confieso que nunca me gustaron
Las luces que no fueran apagadas
No te cambio ni loca
Ni tus brazos ni tu alma ni tu boca
Hoy no me devuelvo a lo que fui
Para este timón ya no hay reversa
Amarte sobrepasa expectativas