cited by: Alicia
Preza
mentions: Darío Díaz
Anahí Achucarro
Washington Dagnino
bio / biblio:
born November 22, 1980. Study in medical school graduating MD in 2009. Since his teens, attended the writing workshop of Professor Alicia Languenhin. Following the literary workshop of Professor Lauro Marauder. He has participated in several meetings and literary cafés. Regularly attends the literary circles of the group "Blue Feather" created in 2005 by writers Alicia Preza and Leonardo de Mello. He works in drama in 2009 in the "Visions" poetry scene in tribute to the Uruguayan poet Marosa Di Giorgio.
poems
skinny were your legs were skinny
your legs
disorders of the universe.
walked on the overdue
saltpeter and honeysuckle.
The night was drinking
by the lover of your legs.
His brown eyes were falling
territory improper in your lap.
crooked on the walls shone
portraits;
dirt on their faces.
An endless rocking of goodness
illustrated painting.
The thinness of your legs.
incense meat.
distortion during
gentle man, who in his lap
could take away, the tremulous
thousand flowers garden gray.
disorder
Rejoined.
Her voice lowered Volume
an envelope, I doubt
close twice.
The cup of coffee poured on the floor;
a thirty-degree turn to right.
Falling on the cloth, cigarette butts, dry erase
, disorder.
His hands were crossed
Nothing stopped the fall
Quito floor, ceramics
intact.
And nothing could be done with the disorder. Just look
look. That dark spot
as identical to the others. And the pictures
Handles
ruined by dust. Volume
the
pressed his lips on the role
I leave on the table.
He went away,
opened the doors.
disorder took hold of his legs to bend
gnaw.
And nothing could be done. Only
look, look.
Snail Venom
You watch this petal
her slender waist tapering
at your fingertips. One or two folds
his naked torso
uneven. You watch the rose
their daughters go
opening their throats.
The introitus of the doubt.
the seniority of the garden. The tentacles anonymous
not define you.
Behind the thistles in the
darker ground, lie some
bodies, the insects will ensure
their butchers. You watch
daffodils.
corrugated Joys. The loquat diverted
the zenith
You'll dragging a thin moisture
take your shadow.
You watch a tiny pearl pearl
that smells so delicious smells
This tiny pearl
devour so minutely.
And I will drink as
fall to the floor.
I see Your eyes fell from the height of your face,
opaque veils were my fingers knew
not hold your jump.
Your eyes fell from the asymmetry
of your thoughts, to the custom. Fist
the moment you drink
fermentations of your pores. Your eyes met
the
indigo, a step,
with bone exeresis
stumbled with the shoal,
with rooms numbered
with thrushes, with the automatic bullets and nymphs
postpartum spherical barrel. Your eyes
des "ojados" without certainties
corneas without precise
unforgivable. Your eyes open
:
see me.
