{"id":2253,"date":"2018-04-30T00:58:59","date_gmt":"2018-04-30T06:58:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.wp\/2018\/04\/eight-poems-luis-chaves\/"},"modified":"2023-06-06T19:43:59","modified_gmt":"2023-06-07T01:43:59","slug":"eight-poems-luis-chaves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2018\/04\/eight-poems-luis-chaves\/","title":{"rendered":"Ocho poemas de Luis Chaves"},"content":{"rendered":"
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D\u00e9cada<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Hay que empezar\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nla d\u00e9cada otra vez, <\/span><\/span>
\nla l\u00ednea va torcida.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

En otro orden de cosas<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Las ratas se comieron <\/span><\/span>
\nel alimento de los p\u00e1jaros.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Me obligas a decir de nuevo <\/span><\/span>
\n\u201cte lo advert\u00ed\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No bien sale el sol <\/span><\/span>
\nhay que pensar en\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nlas tres comidas del d\u00eda.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cada lunes empieza\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nuna nueva vida <\/span><\/span>
\nvivo entonces\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nla semana anterior\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nsin dignidad.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

En agitadas discusiones <\/span><\/span>
\nimaginarias <\/span><\/span>
\nse nos fue el a\u00f1o.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Te lo advert\u00ed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La memoria y\/o las estrellas <\/span><\/span>
\nson luz envejecida. <\/span><\/span>
\nIluminan, apenas, <\/span><\/span>
\nese lugar donde una <\/span><\/span>
\nllama a los suyos <\/span><\/span>
\ndesde la puerta <\/span><\/span>
\ny termina una tarde <\/span><\/span>
\ny el plato nunca se enfr\u00eda.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No obstante en este orden: <\/span><\/span>
\nLas ratas <\/span><\/span>
\nEl alimento\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nLos p\u00e1jaros<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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En son de paz<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Un buen dia tentado a planchar los jeans. <\/span>Un buen dia tentado a cortarlos a la altura de la rodilla. <\/span>Isabella dice \u201clas impresoras nos odian\u201d. <\/span>Yo le digo, Isabella, qu\u00e9 buen aforismo o lo que sea. <\/span>Pienso mal de la gente que puede estar horas dentro de la piscina sin mojarse la cabeza. <\/span>Como vos. <\/span>Como yo.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Nos separa la luz y el sonido de la respiracion debajo del agua. <\/span>O del coraz\u00f3n. <\/span>O de las impresoras. <\/span>Ah, la palabra que buscaba m\u00e1s arriba era \u201capotegma\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Vine en son de paz, luego cambi\u00e9 de opini\u00f3n.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marino<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Lo bueno del mar es <\/span><\/span>
\ncuando nadie se ahoga.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pas\u00f3 ayer pero <\/span><\/span>
\nlo cuento hoy <\/span><\/span>
\nmientras escriben\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nellas un nombre <\/span><\/span>
\nen la arena <\/span><\/span>
\ncon un palo que vino\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nflotando entre bolsas <\/span><\/span>
\ny hojas y pipas. <\/span><\/span>
\nEscriben hoy <\/span><\/span>
\nlo que cont\u00e9 ayer <\/span><\/span>
\nla monoton\u00eda tiene un borrador\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nque llamamos olas.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Son estas que te hacen\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\ncosquillas en los pies <\/span><\/span>
\ny luego se van.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Son estas que borran\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nlos pies o lo que alcanzan. <\/span><\/span>
\nLo que el mar toca <\/span><\/span>
\nle pertenece.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

retrovisor<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Los bajos no podemos ver lo que viene <\/span><\/span>
\npero de lo que qued\u00f3 atr\u00e1s soy un experto:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

un incendio forestal <\/span><\/span>
\ny ese metal donde no pegan los imanes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pensando en usted un dia como hoy<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tan temprano y desempleado. <\/span><\/span>
\nMe puse a enhebrar: <\/span><\/span>
\nel arp\u00f3n del pulso, la vista\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\ny la memoria.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pero no quiero remendar las cosas, <\/span><\/span>
\nno finjamos: del tel\u00e9fono\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nlo que m\u00e1s le gust\u00f3 <\/span><\/span>
\nera colgar.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Analgesia<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Katafenac es mi copiloto, <\/span><\/span>
\naunque el mercurio dice lo contrario.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Quisimos ser una canci\u00f3n simple, <\/span><\/span>
\ntampoco pudimos.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Si todo es m\u00fasica y matem\u00e1ticas, <\/span><\/span>
\n\u00bfa qu\u00e9 pertenecer\u00e1 esto?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

mensaje<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Llegu\u00e9 antes que el mensaje <\/span><\/span>
\na un bar cruzando Atocha <\/span><\/span>
\no Alexanderplatz.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Una tarde de oro \/ una tarde en llamas <\/span><\/span>
\nhaciendo tiempo, <\/span><\/span>
\nla memoria llena de partes\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nde otros rompecabezas.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El cuerpo ah\u00ed, la mente all\u00e1:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

cuando entro una coral a la cocina <\/span><\/span>
\ny vaciamos la pecera para atraparla<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

los a\u00f1os de nubes quietas, <\/span><\/span>
\nfuera de la gravedad<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la cera de color <\/span><\/span>
\nsobre el lustre de cumplea\u00f1os<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y todo lo que cruj\u00eda\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\npero en buen sentido <\/span><\/span>
\ncomo el contrario de lo malo.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hac\u00eda tiempo y me com\u00ed <\/span><\/span>
\ntu galleta de la fortuna, <\/span><\/span>
\ndec\u00eda que\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>
\nhoy te toca a vos <\/span><\/span>
\nponerle la morfina a mam\u00e1.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Del poemario in\u00e9dito\u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Fuera de la gravedad<\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Luis Chaves, poeta costarricense. Foto: Alina Mu\u00f1os Knudsen.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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