2017.10.10.
Rivers
But José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else:Four thousand rotten years fasts
giving its warmth
so that finally the country grow
or have little wings sprouted
and give turns over the world
to stop at the God voice
to go by the pampa like sky
to the sun of justice.
Eh! don José Gervasio eh!
One day you went west
with elephants, pray animals, wild boars, buffaloes,
women dressed in red,
with feet like dog legs,
and their men who saw the stars falling,
the other stars closing like an eye,
or going up to anthills,
eating cotton pies,
losing the mother rope,
Look! losing the mother rope,
and crown tied them to the bad omens of life.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
An endless heat
or like a river of bravery
with a red garland,
without clothes in the head
and from the womb were coming out canes,
palms, brave spares,
swords to cut
the weed or dishonor
that meant to climb
by the sweaty name you were taking.
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
all of you were going to the west,
the old men of dry balls,
the odorless old women,
the children who eat poorly
at the feet of the big silentful breasts,
silentful like a night full of bulls
troop of closed breasts
that dismissed love.
They wanted to eat enemy
Look! They wanted to eat enemy
and seemed like a silence
that were leaving in the country,
like a cold planet or moon
deposited on the floor.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
When silence became everything,
don José Gervasio was seen
standing in the middle of his people.
And the country started to fly
like uruguayans by their face,
or a sky was sprouting form them
like little wings, like warmth,
or a great turn over the world,
against the personal death,
the little beautiful known.
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
you always dreamed in another way.
You sorted out with the
four thousand years of human hunger
that were pulling your poncho,
and didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
Like a love ot silentful breasts
that drag you to the shadows to the south.
And didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
To the south. To the curb that thrembled them
like a dove in the gut
and suddenly it flew
and began the sun of justice.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
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