Francisco Velasco Alvarez gives us this wonderful collection of poems which leave a sample for us to enjoy his poetry elegant, calm and careful. Poets like him are rare in the current scenario, which combine the mastery of technique and the right word and the elegance of the verse cherished and intimate.
A treat for the reader of poetry .
Putting a name to whom you had not seen but I
comes in dreams with all your tiredness
and looks like you.
Give a face, eyes,
hearing, taste, smell, skin
a whole body, in short,
and put his hand over his shoulder. Give
water and bread and teach
way to start life again.
With it the feel of the stone
as a warm hand
is calling you and wait patiently
to grow it
moss or a blade of grass.
Close your eyes and snow Apun
children.
Or open her eyes and lead
the sun with a mirror
the high belfry,
by wells deep.
Smell the sun, straw, mud, water in the bricks
hot summer. Biting the sweet
ergot.
Play how to sharpen your father
the planer blade
springs light now in the chips. Smell
wheats that segaste,
teeth tighten the rope
bags and hear the water mill in the loaf
game.
Smell the hand of your mother
out of the trough.
Play
how diluted the night nests and begin
and birds.
is a poem by Francisco Alvarez Velasco, in his book Memory of the shadow, Cáceres, Cultural Institution "The Brocense" AbeZetario, 2010.
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