Antojo Poesía

Con Lilián Cámera, Javier Galarza y Neil Young. Un programa para escuchar clickeando acá 

ausente

ahora que tus manos se deshacen en niebla
y no hay perdón posible a esa mirada última

¿cómo harás para dejar mis sueños de cuerdas
que bajan por frías ventanas de infancia?

¿y qué voy a hacer con tu corona de Reina de Diamantes
cuando la tarde gire en balcones desconsuelo?

donde se perdieron las palabras y se guareció el miedo
ecos de tus pasos atravesando luz de letargo

Lilián Cámera, Clausura

LA HENDIDURA

Algo en la alternancia
entre los colores de la tinta
y la hendidura certera
de la pluma sobre el papel,
lo blanco. Sea la pluma,
el canto o la voz, como el eco
que vuelve con el viento,
y sea esta luz también
que alumbra las aperturas
del mundo, aún en la noche,
el estilo o estilete que rasga
el blanco de la hoja.

Javier Galarza, Lo atenuado

After the Gold Rush


Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.