Loustau
AMSTERDAM AMSTERDAM-BUENOS AIRES-
Anne Frank, my colleagues there.
in my childhood I found in my own illnesses
and family disasters.
imagined you walking / a Sunday /
in a small boat /
the mists of Amsterdam /
while I drowned in the fog
of the south. I heard your voice
small /
and wrapped in a silk handkerchief.
watched as we grew
skin so smooth / transparent wafer
on a pubis that was dark.
I lost and found you
between
wire radiating light with your heart. I saw
light / like a star in crystals.
accompanied me in my disasters
most incorruptible /
fingers smoke
soul held me in the desolate days of the jackal.
we will someday /
flaunted our appearance distracted /
entering a bar /
in Amsterdam or in Buenos Aires /
and embrace all your friends /
in a final toast.
Silvia Loustau. Poet, writer, essayist and translator born in Mar del Plata, where he lives. He studied at the Universidad Nacional de La Plata. Coordinator of literary workshops. Member of the Union Association of Writers and Poets Hispanic World. Won major awards including First Prize for Fiction National Center for Latin American Editor (1973), Honor Strip unpublished work, SEP, La Plata (1975), First Honorable Mention for "Birds Glass, Secretary of Culture February 3 (2008), among others. His work appears in anthologies in the country and abroad and has been translated into French, Catalan, Bulgarian and Sardinian. About "From sea and mothers "said Osvaldo Picardo:" We heard [...] a voice that is different from other female voices, all too common in our time, who are silent or talked of the sea, its matching rhetoric and misunderstandings that braid pictures from the late modernism Alfonsina Storni and is limited to repeat and multiply the romantic cliches of the 40 Argentine. This book [...] opens itself testimony to prayer, their virtuality resides in being poetry of unanswered questions, continuity of the long prayer of man on earth. "Other poems: " Mandala "," Mirror of days "," The metabolism of tears. "
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