laborterapia II::occupational therapy II
Laborterapia II
Aquí, en terapia ocupacional,
donde no sobran las palabras,
donde las tardes se nos pasan volando,
donde los pájaros revolotean picoteando migas,
donde el sol sale bien grandote y reverdecen los tomillos
cada vez que el encargado, renqueando,
nos abre el portón.
Y todos somos hermanos porque todos somos iguales
ante los ojos del señor que despacha los fármacos.
Y en el momento en que las manos se nos hacen levadura
ya nadie se pone a pelear por obtener la cofia o la naricita
de esa enfermera tan bonita que recién acaba de llegar.
Porque no nos interesa otra cosa
que no sea crecer por dentro
como el preludio a la siesta de un fauno.
Crecer por dentro, sí, domesticar a tus bestias
con un palito de madera,
cargar la matica de un lado a otro, adobar tu cordero
o hacer virutas con la garlopa
para sentirnos plenos en cualquier plenilunio,
aquí, en terapia ocupacional.
Compañero Paciente
Lugar Común, Cooperativa Editorial
Caracas (2012)
Occupational therapy II
Here in occupational therapy,
where words are not needed,
where the afternoon goes by flying,
where birds flutter around pecking crumbs,
where the sun rises rather big and thyme turns green
whenever the caretaker, limping,
opens the gate for us.
And we are all brothers because we are all equal
in front of the eyes of the man who dispenses the drugs.
And at the moment in which our hands turn into yeast
nobody fights to get the cap or the small nose
of the pretty nurse who has just arrived.
Because we are not interested in anything
but to grow inside
Here in occupational therapy,
where words are not needed,
where the afternoon goes by flying,
where birds flutter around pecking crumbs,
where the sun rises rather big and thyme turns green
whenever the caretaker, limping,
opens the gate for us.
And we are all brothers because we are all equal
in front of the eyes of the man who dispenses the drugs.
And at the moment in which our hands turn into yeast
nobody fights to get the cap or the small nose
of the pretty nurse who has just arrived.
Because we are not interested in anything
but to grow inside
as the prelude to a faun's afternoon nap.
Grow inside, yes, tame your beasts
with a small wooden stick,
carry your small plant from side to side, marinate your lamb
or make shavings with the steel brush
in order to feel empowered at any full moon,
here, in occupational therapy.
Luis Enrique Belmonte
Patient companion
Lugar Común , Editorial Cooperative
Caracas (2012)
Grow inside, yes, tame your beasts
with a small wooden stick,
carry your small plant from side to side, marinate your lamb
or make shavings with the steel brush
in order to feel empowered at any full moon,
here, in occupational therapy.
Luis Enrique Belmonte
Patient companion
Lugar Común , Editorial Cooperative
Caracas (2012)
Comments
Dice tanto esa frase, especialmente en estos tiempos, en donde es la bestia quien toma el puesto del domador...
Aplausos escritos ;-)