DON

Tu don de cambiar el rumbo de la mañana
girando el gentío del fuego
y sus posibilidades frígidas,

lamiendo la curva férruginosa de mi espalda
suspirando con el viento, usurpándolo
murmurando mi letanía gimiente,

así has abierto todas las horas,
has aliviado tanto mito y maldición
como sostenía mi espada
pesada

mientras Damocles lustraba con graffitis
la pornográfica blancura de los muros

y yo que amo la palabra que no está hecha de pan
y he dilucidado en tu anatomía tantas metáforas,
yo que estoy en el balandro de la palabra
siempre insatisfecho,
parecido a las quemaduras en las pupilas
cuando la sed ha abierto la mirada,

te doy cuanto tengo, soy el leproso que toca
el hueso a todas las estrofas.

Gravitando muscularmente mi pensamiento
has desnudado todas las cerraduras
y ahora pretendes prevenirte.

Cuáles son las ciénagas que te borran,
yo sabré aclimatarte a mi inspiración
para que todos los versos te encumbren,

yo sabré resignar el mundo
a tus pies que todo han besado,

yo sabré circuncidar el odio
para que todas las nubes del templo
nos inauguren con su lluvia.

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JAIME CEREZO ALBERDI
nacionalidad española

Con este poema participo en el segundo Concurso de Poesía de Heptagrama

YOU WEAR IT WELL

Poetry skins myself,
makes me hollow as wind
reaching sharp rocks,

like a conscious dart against my will
defining my very soul,
like a void vein overwhelming
the beat of my heart.

Rude and overflowing,
writing is a both a shelter and a gift
against who I am to be

GREAT WOODY

click here to watch it with spanish subtitles

TANGLED UP IN GEMS

I've been struck by the virtuosity of Dylan's last masterpiece, and I cannot but feel surprised by the lack of interest in people surrounding me. It's obvious Dylan's rough voice, dinosaurs age and weakful but elegant image is not at any bit part of the self-stored today's picture of a star.



And for this very same reason I've been searching for reviews anywhere on the internet, up to Le Monde, El Mundo, The Times or Rolling Stone; they all agree with me, time has come to enjoy and get thrilled



At some stages I get to feel that breathtaking lapses of my lifetime have nothing to converge with the rest of the human race. But here I am, sharing feelings with lunatics and pedants that publish their opinions as they were extracts from the Holy Bible. Nevertheless it's beautiful when one of this so-called writers defines with piercing literacy what I can't help experiencing listening to Bob Dylan.

So to speak I can say that bold letters down revealed to me as "every one of them words rang true/ and glowed like burnin' coal /pourin' off of every page/ like it was written in my soul from me to you/...


"The most anticipated and/or revelatory songs are surely the eight-minute Red River Shore, an unreleased gem from the Time out of Mind sessions; a definitive Oh Mercy-era version of Born in Time; two breathtaking cuts of Mississippi, also from the Time out of Mind sessions, the first stripped back to the point of unbearable vulnerability, the second somehow at once careworn and heartfelt. It’s tempting to knock off a star for that outrageous RRP, but there are so many jewels here — ’Cross the Green Mountain, from Gods and Generals, the 2003 television epic about the American civil war; the piano demo of Dignity; Miss the Mississippi, from the star-crossed David Bromberg sessions in 1992; and the bruised and almost structureless Dreamin’ of You, whose lyrics, as so often, were later raided or developed on other songs — that anything less than five would be a scandal too. "

(this is Dan Cairns giving 5 out of 5 for The Times Review)

PINAR RANGERS 6 - US 1

Once more Intocables has led humiliation get through it's history, and on the first pink day of the Club the ultra posh players from Pinar Rangers scored up to six goals while Super Folleitor and Yoko Ono left the team alone against danger. Never mind, for we can consider our favorite team following the glorious path of last year's league, just finished with another astonishing humiliation against Quémásdá (5-1). Special mention is to be made to Abreu, our best forward today who against his legend was the only one today to push the ball into the net. Congratulations to him

SHE CONSIDERS EVADING HIM

I can change my
self more easily
than I can change you

I could grow bark and
become a shrub

or switch back in time
to the woman image left
in cave rubble, the drowned
stomach, bulbed with fertility
face a tiny bead, a
lum, queen of the termites

or (better) speed myself up,
disguise myself in the knuckles
and purple-veined veils of old ladies,
become arthritic and genteel

or one twist further:
collapse across your
bed clutching my heart
and pull the nostalgic sheet up over
my waxed farewell smile

which would be inconvenient
but final.



Margaret Atwood
spanish

WHAT WAS IT YOU WANTED

Nothing but a windy, cold, dirty night to arise against. Sommme bitter taste slippin' through my brain, and when weakness is about to win and endless, growing surprise leaving me fascinated and alive.

Ears wide open, blood running through my vains so proud and so furiously.

Here comes again, here comes the sun, here it is, here it comes, Mr. Robert Zimmerman, the one and only Bob Dylan.