miércoles, 3 de julio de 2013

El paisaje en la voz


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                               El paisaje en la voz                                                                                                                                  

 

 

 

MALECÓN. A la manera de Huerta

Uno pierde La Paz                                                                                                                                         

El aire limpio y la tez blanca                                                                                                                               

El cálido antojo de irse a asolear a Balandra                                                                                                  

El Mogote y el derecho a votar por la derecha                                                                                         

Uno estudia en la UABCS                                                                                                                         

Con el deseo de la Complutense o la Sorbona                                                                                       

Uno camina el Malecón                                                                                                                        

Hasta perder la capacidad de asombro                                                                                                 

Uno se cansa de que le digan qué decir                                                                                                           

Y que ha visto muy poco                                                                                                                 

 Porque se ha dicho que uno ha visto poca cosa                                                                                        

Uno se cansa de Ser                                                                                                                       

 Ninguneado en su paisaje                                                                                                                  

Como si el desierto fuera una página en blanco                                                                                         

Y nadie alcanzara a escuchar                                                                                                                   

Los desesperados gritos de las olas

Abril de 2005


 
Hotel “Los Arcos”        

      Miedo distribuido en plumas                                                                                                       

gaviotas golpean rojinegros cristales                                                                                               

¿Las vienen persiguiendo                                                                                                           

 los zarpazos insistentes de la mar?                                                                                                        

Nadie sale ni se libra del paisaje                                                                                                                              

de la infancia.                                                                      

Encerrado en mi oficina                                                                                                                  

me parezco a ellas un poco.


 
Coda

         Este Malecón                                                                                                            

hace habitable la Ciudad.                                                                                        

Domingo: sube a tu coche                                                                                                                 

y arrójalo al mar.

 

 Rulfiana

  Vine a La Paz                                                                                                                          

porque me dijeron                                                                                                                          

que acá podía                                                                                                                                       

comer caguama

 

 

Nostalgia con sabor a Paz

 
Voy por tu cuerpo como por el mundo…                                                                                                                                                                                       

Piedra de sol

 

        Voy por el Wal-Mart                                                                                      

como por Estados Unidos                                                                                                          

Llego con una cajera                                                                                                                            

y me quedo mirando                                                                                                                     

la banda que empuja productos:

Memoria del arroyo…

 

 

 Paraíso del mar

Los albañiles saben                                                                                                                                     
Que el paraíso puede ser                                                                                                                          

Unos traguitos de ballena                                                                                                                         

A la sombrita de una barda                                                                                                                        

La poesía ignora estas cosas                                                                                                                     

Quiere que yo en el rayito del sol                                                                                                                                                                 Le levante un palacio                                                                                                                                    

No sé usar ni la cuchara                                                                                                                    

Seguro mañana me deja por otro                                                                                                         

Uno con experiencia                                                                                                                               

En construir esas casitas                                                                                                                                

De interés social

 

 

 Calle de La Bajadita

La calle es una mujer que llora                   
de su casa al Malecón  
Verla pasar es sentir      que nos arrastra                                                                                                      

que nos expulsa de este desierto

¿El mar habrá de consolar                                                                                                                             
sus pies descalzos?

 


Mercado Madero

 

De pronto                                                                                                                                                       

alguien grita                                                                                                                                              

“autobús” y me siento                                                                                                                             

largamente atropellado.

 

 

Pescadería “El patón

 

Muertos están ya los peces                                                                                                              

mas nadan de nuevo                                                                                                                              

en mi olfato.

 

 
Secundaria Morelos (1:40 pm)

 

Pasa un pervertido                                                                                                                            

 y mira lento a una menor                                                                                                                  

como pensando (“______

____________________”)

 

 Poesía corriente

Estudio en la prepa Morelos,                                                                                                                  

lo que escribo electrocuta.                                                                                                            

Nadie me puede leer                                                                                                                    

sin quedar temblando.

 

 

 UABCS. Subraye el inciso correcto                                          

(examen de admisión)

                 Si la poesía está en una banca

1. El poeta

a) La invita a caminar                                                                                                                

b) Se sienta al lado de ella                                                                                                         

c) Es la banca

2. El académico                                                                                                                                     

a) La invita a caminar                                                                                                                               

b) Se sienta al lado de ella                                                                                                                          

c) Es la banca

3. El lector

a) La invita a caminar                                                                                                                    

b) Se sienta al lado de ella                                                                                                                

c) Es la banca

 

 


Santuario

 

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Verano en La Paz

El paceño no toma el sol

Tomar el sol es como                                                                                                                
dejarse acariciar                                                                                                                                                
por la mujer amada

Nosotros somos violados

 


El perico marinero

  La Musa                                                                                                                                                   

se acerca a la barra                                                                                                                                 

y sonriendo me dice:                                                                                                                    

Para escuchar a Dios                                                                                                                      

voltear una botella                                                                                                                                      

de tequila. Afuera el mar,                                                                                                                          

la vida azul que nos inunda                                                                                                                         

de promesas.

 

 Teatro de la Ciudad

Los jóvenes se aman en sus patios y jardines                                                                                      

Parece una nave olvidada    pero a veces                                                                                   

skaters se buscan en él y lo llenan de voces                                                                                     

Si la palabra “abandono” fuera edificio                                                                                       

tendría su rostro (sólo es habitado en graduaciones                                                                                    

y espectáculos Azteca o Televisa)

                       Justo es decir                                                                                                      

que se ha convertido en una                                                                                                           
madriguera de burócratas                                                                                                         

 o en otro estacionamiento                                                                                                                   

para los derechohabientes                                                                                                                       

del seguro social

Basta del culto a la piedra:                                                                                                     

saquemos al Teatro del teatro

 

El Esterito (belleza                                                                      

práctica)

 

Duele.                                                                                                                                     

Duele que las pangas                                                                                                                                             
sólo sirvan                                                                                                                                           

para que pelícanos                                                                                                                      

descansen.

 

                                                                       Contenido

 

Malecón                                                       

Hotel “Los Arcos”                                       

Coda                                                            

Postales para una ciudad de la Paz              

Rulfiana                                                       

Nostalgia con sabor a Paz                           

Paraíso del mar                                            

Calle de La Bajadita                                     

Otra calle, otro desierto                              

Mercado Madero                                        

Pescadería “El patón”                                

Secundaria Morelos                                    

Poesía corriente                                          

UABCS. Subraye el inciso correcto

(Examen de admisión)                                 

Santuario                                                    

Verano en La Paz                                       

El perico marinero                                     

Teatro de la Ciudad                                   

El Esterito (belleza práctica)                      

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