Bulldogs Spirit Sayings

John Silvia Alberto Cajal

JOURNEY OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

The city will grow by stealing pigeons
silence insomnia, starting
violets in your laughter, waving
, tuff sad
all flags in your absence.
A history of broken lights,
of
bloodless wars galaxies will slow late in the memory.
trees Wave memory,
evoking the marshes to sleep naked
your journey without stopping. Creature
unbraided forgotten, desolate Aboriginal

dislocated a remote time, I
fire burns your skin at the dawn
terrible, brown
nostalgia.
I know that quiet and just wove
,
with the wind and clouds,
a magical poem of hope. I know your tears
gagged
ideal of delaying drown you,
the country of your dreams virgin ash
fact destinations.
shadow of thy mutation
attest,
of tigers tearing you
these peoples inhabit gaps in your eyes. Indian
cloudy hardened
be strange architecture,
where they come from your adventures
bird reborn flagellates,
music, dance
, green tentacle

love and this love of climbing
lost the vertices of the stars. Aged

fugitives fish your heart bursts into dawns
fruit and anxious, intoxicated
quasars and distances.
I know it is getting late and it rained
your children
all suns and moons;
languish
the centuries and the daggers of your tears
traveled to the slow time lapachos
of heaven.
And I know my country
Indian
your pain restless
infinite and alone, made love
passion.


Ramón Alberto Cajal (1942-2002). Poet and teacher born in Resistencia, Chaco province. He has won prizes in several poetry competitions: First Prize unpublished (1977), second mention of Aboriginal Contest (1978), 2 nd prize Chaco SADE (1979) and 5 th National Magazine Award "Reply" (1981), among others. "From Juan Gelman Roque Dalton, from Silvio to Zitarrosa from Santoro to Cardinal, history gives us writers who are committed to writing history, that put the body behind every word and every word is lucid and passionate, critical and creative. Cajal opened the way to thought, poetry, the living body and even today, with his dead body, opens up "Mario said of his poetry Caparra. Book of Poems:" One oil calendar.