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BIOGRAFÍA (Poema de Jaime Gurdian)

Me?


I only sadness I have,

airport Tristezas

endless airport corridors claims, Night flights

, Farewell

wet glass walls.

Amores and close friends

What I did not see any more in life,

Me?

I live just dismissed.

Love me goodbye at the corners. Or

horrible evening hours,

Sometimes in a taxi, bus

Or that evaporates with my empty eyes, watching

Or a handkerchief from a window on a train to be forgotten.

(Buenos Aires 1978).



I only sadness I have poets,

I love mine, I say my last goodbye

We no longer read. There are more important matters in life ... I think.

solo writing this April afternoon in exile long

Under relentless rain of San Jose who takes pity on me,

And with me.



Me?

Keep, with phobias of airports,

still cry when boarding an airplane,

I see my parents from the window of the old plane
Cup
On the terrace of Managua Airport



Waving her arms Saying goodbye

Me Forever,

(December 13, 1971)

In my student trip south.


I saved from dying


accidental encounters Leon

And in Ithaca.

Embraces of my brothers poets

And beer. Jaime Buitrago Gil

in the morning reading my Leon

His last poem of dropouts.

I also saved this girl's smile

Far,

Taken one evening to the English sun

In an Iberia plane

(September 3, 2009)

hope I saved

And the time machine Wells,

Where I would go without fear

Without anxiety, without having to take a few drinks

To soothe the anguish coming to me crying.

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Poema de Jaime Buitrago Gil (Nicaragua)

Jaime Buitrago Gil (Nicaragua)

SELF






no longer read and write only.



By breathing, My lungs whistle



As full of reeds;

If I raise my arm

Pointing to a cloud, thunder



shoulder Like a broken mast.



A flock can not see

strikes me with his wings;

A bottomless pit

I pulled the feet.

The look flat



Walk the horizon above


not
Ni below.

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LOS RELEGADOS DE LA TIERRA

Alberto Cabredo-Panama

"Flowers are the called unscented flowers fragrant flowers."
Antonio Porchia


That morning, against all logic , rose as it did in better times, fixed as it used to and went to the supermarket. He was careful to go down the stairs slowly to avoid falling because of the missing steps. Upon leaving, the walk home hurry, their quest was simple, always shopping for victualling his house. It was a task that took pains every fortnight. On those occasions, he would hum softly, bajiiiito, a paragraph of the song sorry Borincano the great composer Rafael Hernandez says "Sale overjoyed with her cargo to the city, oh! for the city. Bring in your thinking, a whole world full of happiness, alas! of happiness. "


Lolita came to Supermarket, lateral to the Tropical Theatre, took a forklift with a radiant smile and giving the good morning began to fill the same with all that was required at home. In this activity, consulting with great interest rates, effective dates, quality of fruit and perishables. Completed its journey, the truck parked between the shelves of the establishment and retired to his residence.


The manager merely observe his departure and while rearranging the groceries, the cashier he rebuked his lack of action in this ritual that is repeated continuously every two weeks. He simply shrugged his shoulders and he repeated: - Do not fret, it is likely that their only common thread with the little sanity that should fit, his only link to the life and had already lost, the farce that is mounted on the supermarket. Who am I to destroy the fiction that keeps your feet still stuck on the ground?


Neither imagined that the lady half composed and thin, was once a senior official of various governments and even the country owed him a significant achievements. However, diminished energy and lost contact, was rejected as defective in factory gear, and therefore, bad living on a meager allowance from social security in a neighborhood forgotten the grace of the gods, being their only sin - as that of all his fellows - to live.


While not believe me, the wind has its ironies and protests (just pay attention). So, seeing her lentito slow walking back home, always whistling, without her noticing, another paragraph of regret Borincano: "Spend the entire morning ... no one wants to buy his load ay! buy your load. Everything, everything is deserted, the town is full of need, alas! of need. "

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Poema de Abelardo Sewell Tyndell (Tico panameño)

I


Who

have predicted events of horror and terror, for a people trusted government

MEDIOCRATES;

knelt before altars

promises as fog and birth pangs,

to solve everyday problems.

regardless of the consequences of

atrocious events these days

not responsible for faults identified?

could export words

discharged by the seats arranged in unpunished.

are promises, actions, cries, decrees ...

That curdle in flowers of a single day,

life is fraught with impermanence in time.

seems that nothing we have learned since,

we ignore the more recent past.