Migrating From Emerald To Soul

marcelmaina Gironde, POETRY PLAY ON THE FABIAN

"On the terrace of a cafe is a family gray. Spend some breasts looking for a smile crossed on the table. The noise of the motor car for the tree leaves. In a fifth floor, someone is crucified to open wide a window.
where I keep the kiosks, street lights, pedestrians, which I enter through the pupil. I feel so full that I have fear of exploding ... I would need to leave any garbage on the sidewalk ...
When you reach a corner, my shadow away from me, and suddenly, he throws himself between the wheels of a streetcar
Oliver Girondo Poems to be read on the streetcar, 1922.

Brief biography

Argentine poet born in Buenos Aires in 1891, within a wealthy family who sought a thorough education in major European schools.

studied law, and soon, because of their contacts with poets exponents of the European vanguard, published in 1922

his first book of poems, "Twenty Poems to be read on the tram", followed later by "Stickers" in 1925,

"Scarecrow" in 1932, "Persuasion of Days" in 1942, "Our Country" in 1946 and "In the masmédula" in 1954,

work that is in his most audacious in the field of poetry.

At the beginning of the decade of the fifties, guided by his interest in the arts, dabbled in painting with a clear surrealist tendency, thanks to his thorough knowledge of French painting.

In 1961 he suffered a serious accident that decreased their physical conditions. In 1965 he traveled to Europe last time and return

to Buenos Aires, died in 1967

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POLOSECKI - Away from the other side



Those who recall, in its passage through magazines and newspapers and on television talk shows with two unknown and wonderful characters from everyday life, we remember their listening skills, strong instinct to enter that other (probably because they are not as others), its silences as full of depth and how important transmission from simple. These lessons were so many programs that happened and "Polo" left in such a short life, a strong brand of humanity. Surely so deep commitment to life, their extreme sensitivity to perceive pain led him to a December 3 1996 took his life by throwing himself under a train at the railway San Martín, in the village of Holy Places.
Upon receiving one of their prizes Martín Fierro, said "I do not want to be an artist in the sense of having the need to live audiences, I can not guide my life to the fact that there is always someone there to applaud "

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THE FIELD OF DREAMS - by marcelmaina

Fear and hope

wandering stuck in your pain

running through the night without shelter. Hunde

your shoulder

to the ground,

barely seed

waiting,

as children expect

sung the arms of sleep.

Dream,

bites,

rises,

fears

if it is dreaming, dreaming

as you can.

Pena

your flesh and my eyes,

two sparks apologizing

where night falls no longer

day breaks and celebrations.

Tremble,

boasts,

begs, shakes

light

early stage,

end that never comes,

penalty

.

And I am in you,

in the game never lost

with the first and last breath.

'm in you,

in the footprint of your chest,

in saliva that soul through me.

I hope

night calm

slippage

as a blind man without a foothold,

no other eyes than those lost.

I lean,

dream

hurt everything,

dream.

My veins are grooves that violate life.

Sleep

time takes me away,

dream.

On the edge of life,

with my grief without a net,

I just sleep.