ciudad
Ciudad
Yo vine a la ciudad deshabitándome
pretendiendo olvidar los pies manchados
de tierra
no de la tierra absurda de las calles
sembradas de automóviles
la mía era una tierra pura de montañas
un barro de colores
Dejé mi azul
mi verde
mi caballito de espumas
mis langostas
mi universo de agua
Yo vine a la ciudad a respirar el polen
de las alcantarillas
a sumar una noche de lujuria a mis fracasos
soltando los rebaños de la muerte
He abierto algunas puertas buscando
los que son los que han sido mis amigos
Yo vine a la ciudad a encontrar que mi nombre
era otro nombre más
desconocido.
Jesús Salazar
Editorial La Espada Rota, Caracas (1990)
City
I came to the city disinhabiting myself
pretending to forget the soiled feet
with stains
not with the soil from the absurd streets
planted with automobiles
mine was a pure land of mountains
of colored clay
I left my blue
my green
my foamy seahorse
my lobsters
my universe of water
I came to the city to breathe the pollen
of drains
to add a night of lust to my failures
letting go of the herds of death
I have opened some doors looking for
those who are those who have been my friends
I came to the city to find out that my name
was another unknown
I came to the city disinhabiting myself
pretending to forget the soiled feet
with stains
not with the soil from the absurd streets
planted with automobiles
mine was a pure land of mountains
of colored clay
I left my blue
my green
my foamy seahorse
my lobsters
my universe of water
I came to the city to breathe the pollen
of drains
to add a night of lust to my failures
letting go of the herds of death
I have opened some doors looking for
those who are those who have been my friends
I came to the city to find out that my name
was another unknown
name.
Jesús Salazar
Editorial La Espada Rota, Caracas (1990)
Jesús Salazar
Editorial La Espada Rota, Caracas (1990)
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