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Wilson Cardozo
mentions:
Wilson Cardozo
Diego Barros Marina Sosa Cynthia Harte
bio / biblio:
was born in 1967 in Montevideo. During the dictatorship we live with my family in exile in Argentina. I performed various jobs, administrative'm currently at the University of the Republic. Finished high school in evening classes, studied in the present study IPA and lyrics in the Humanities. Studied at the studio of Prof. Lauro Maraud and participated in several read cycles in the 90's. I participated with several writers in the collective book "Juntapapeles." My works have been published on Internet sites Letralia (Venezuela), Argos (UNAM, Mexico) and Ariadne (Spain). Participated in some competitions, my work being published on the site (since discontinued) O Site, Brazil (translated to Portuguese) and the first literary contest IPA Student Center (2001).
Wilson Cardozo
mentions:
Wilson Cardozo
Diego Barros Marina Sosa Cynthia Harte
bio / biblio:
was born in 1967 in Montevideo. During the dictatorship we live with my family in exile in Argentina. I performed various jobs, administrative'm currently at the University of the Republic. Finished high school in evening classes, studied in the present study IPA and lyrics in the Humanities. Studied at the studio of Prof. Lauro Maraud and participated in several read cycles in the 90's. I participated with several writers in the collective book "Juntapapeles." My works have been published on Internet sites Letralia (Venezuela), Argos (UNAM, Mexico) and Ariadne (Spain). Participated in some competitions, my work being published on the site (since discontinued) O Site, Brazil (translated to Portuguese) and the first literary contest IPA Student Center (2001).
poems, prayers
In the last step in the shadows praying
the priest
a prayer last
a sort of a farewell song to God and his lips moving
and his hands were quiet at that ceremony
intimate that contact point with the whole
with itself with nothing
that leap into the void that
hit the doors of the fraud that
full faith that movement without pause
lips that last step prayer
waving to the man who lived in
shadow priest. Kafka
Walk tired everyday nonsense, as absurd corner
the inside. Conspiracy
situations with logical formulas. Expired.
Has won? Not so sure
The shadow golem burns your eyes,
not want to call with his work
anger of the God of their fathers.
dark skies cover your Prague. Insects, jackals,
pages do not cure their ills:
decides to burn his voice role.
The blind angel cuts his way, confused friend
destination,
saved the letters, but not him.
I
Vos, in another container.
