Nos enteramos por el blog de Antón Castro del fallecimiento de Gonzalo Rojas , Cervantes Prize 2003. Apart from the poem read in this blog, I spent my youth in brothels since May I sang ... goodbye to the Chilean poet The Little Foxes.
Rojas was born "in a coal and timber population in southern Chile, Mapuche Lebu-in 'profundo'-river on 20 December 1917. Seventh of eight children, his childhood in that space will be crucial rain for the forging of his poetry, "larval and lentiform" on its face "(v. data Instituto Cervantes).
THE WOLF
few months
blood dressed in your beautiful figure
girl, your hair
torrential and
sound of your laughter a few months made me mourn the ásperasespinas
of sadness. The world
I began to die as a child at night,
and I was a kid with my years behind Porlan streets, a blind angel
, land, dark ,
in my sin, your beauty cruel, and Lajusticia
eyes pulling me for having watched.
And you were flying free, with your weight slightly on elmar, oh my goddess,
safe, scented
because you were not guilty of being born beautiful, andthe
joy out of your pure mouth
side of ivory, and danced
happy with your steps wolf, and the vertigo
day, another girl
coming out of you as another wonder of the
wonderful, I wrote a sad cartaprofundamente,
because we were away, and
you said you loved me.
But as the months fly flying day, comovuelan
on a flight endless storms,
because nobody knows anything, and it is unclear
everything that we choose to
stayed single, definitive, all alone.
Stay there, girl. Stand there in the rotation
dance, as then, when I saw it coming, look star. I want to follow
seeing many years to come
impalpable deep
spinning, so perfect, with your black dress and your
green scarf, and the waist, love,
and the waist.
Stay there. Perhaps you become
air or light, but I tell you go up with it and Nocon other:
with it now speaks of living forever
you go up to the sun, you will again
with him and not another, one June afternoon
every three hundred years, the sea,
eternal, forever with him and not another.
few months
blood dressed in your beautiful figure
girl, your hair
torrential and
sound of your laughter a few months made me mourn the ásperasespinas
of sadness. The world
I began to die as a child at night,
and I was a kid with my years behind Porlan streets, a blind angel
, land, dark ,
in my sin, your beauty cruel, and Lajusticia
eyes pulling me for having watched.
And you were flying free, with your weight slightly on elmar, oh my goddess,
safe, scented
because you were not guilty of being born beautiful, andthe
joy out of your pure mouth
side of ivory, and danced
happy with your steps wolf, and the vertigo
day, another girl
coming out of you as another wonder of the
wonderful, I wrote a sad cartaprofundamente,
because we were away, and
you said you loved me.
But as the months fly flying day, comovuelan
on a flight endless storms,
because nobody knows anything, and it is unclear
everything that we choose to
stayed single, definitive, all alone.
Stay there, girl. Stand there in the rotation
dance, as then, when I saw it coming, look star. I want to follow
seeing many years to come
impalpable deep
spinning, so perfect, with your black dress and your
green scarf, and the waist, love,
and the waist.
Stay there. Perhaps you become
air or light, but I tell you go up with it and Nocon other:
with it now speaks of living forever
you go up to the sun, you will again
with him and not another, one June afternoon
every three hundred years, the sea,
eternal, forever with him and not another.
Gonzalo Rojas at age 6
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