is to make the best possible product they are commissioned.
Antonio Cisneros
To make love should be avoided hot sun into the eyes of the girl,
shadow is not good if the lover's back to scorch
love.
wet pastures are better than the yellow grass
but the gravel is better still.
not among the hills because the soil is rocky or near the water.
Little Kingdom is the bed for this good love. Clean
bodies have to be like a large meadow:
no valley or mountain is hidden and lovers can rejoice in all his ways.
The darkness does not keep the good love.
The sky should be blue and friendly, clean and round like a roof
and now she will not see the finger of God. The discrete bodies but never at rest,
the lungs open,
short phrases.
It is hard to love but you learn.
Water to drink no-1996. In a Catholic girl plays the flute (Teleman, sonata in D minor, 1740).
A dog. A meadow.
A large black dog on a green meadow.
Is it possible that in a country like this still exists
black dog on a large green lawn?
A black dog big or small or hairy or bare
nor meek and fierce.
An ordinary black dog on a regular field.
A dog. A meadow.
In this country a black dog on a large green meadow
is thing of wonder and anger.
Four Boleros Maroqueros
1 .- With the recent rains and then you go away
I thought that for the most boring house in suburban
would not have springs and autumns and winters and summers.
But no.
stations were met as planned in any calendar
And the owner of the house and the postman
not ask me again ..............
for you. 2 .-
To forget you and do not look at you look at the travel
flies through the air
Great Style ..... High Speed \u200b\u200b
.......... High Altitude. 3 .-
To forget I grabbed the first train and go to the field
Impossible And is that your absence has something
Animals Plants Pic Nic. 4 .-
I increased the salary by your absence
however Nescafé jar lasts me twice .....
the triple razor blades.
This is not a Magritte pipa_René
Cisneros definitely not a swan, not a black dog and his ambiguous comments, even "probably" be an apprentice lover. And although it says that singing and boleros have rhythm, theme and variation, not songs. Why then would blame him for that Pecora accuses leave him to fly lower than a fly, and he spent coffee and razor blades? (Though here you could easily say Chocalán!).
In November last year I went to listen to the international book fair Stgo, Zurita was with presenter. I heard him recite these poems written by him which I here reproduce (read exceptionally well). I also heard simple and compelling reflections on the origin of his poems. And finally to answer questions from the audience, some bland and usual ... are you the lyrical speaker? That would be the same as you had asked are you the left? And he replied without hesitation, graphic and very clearly something like this ... is difficult to explain from the perspective of a poet, but Vargas Llosa might ask if he is or was Pantaleon ... is it clear that el que escribe, pero no podríamos asegurar que él haya sido Pantaleón y que en esta novela está la historia de una parte oculta de su vida. En mi caso –y en la de los poetas – es lo mismo. Hay mucho de mí en mis poemas, porque yo los escribo, pero sería bastante impreciso asegurar que es mi historia la que queda en ellos retratada… me quedé satisfecho con su respuesta y pensé inmediatamente en que hubiera sido ideal escucharla antes del lanzamiento de
Comprobado. Los infortunados parapoemas NO is a sort of diary, part of a psychological therapy, a sneaky way to ask for help or to plead, nor a report on my mood. They are alone, no more nor less, PARAPOEMAS. At the end of the day all I want to do is write. Being a writer poetic experiences that fate gives me permanently. If it's good for some me doubly happy. If it's bad for others it is as simple as that happened without a trace, less anonymous, and passed to eternal silence. Cisneros himself says in the poem Rain (...) and then silence that no longer has to run out but the rain ceases.
remember sometimes in silence, sometimes the river, others cry, but it is a reminder that I am alive. In silence some Saturday night and hear it live, Sozinho (click here) .
