Este Blog reúne la obra poética de Gocho Versolari, poeta argentino, residente en Estados Unidos. Muchos de sus textos, están acompañados de videos con el fin de integrar la palabra a la imagen y al sonido en procura de una percepción global del mundo, producto de una mítica presente en nosotros desde nuestros inicios como humanos.
The blonde, naked and blue beast / Gocho Versolari, poet
You leave the house blue, barefoot; your heels they get lost in the ochava and give up to hot bread and mashed potatoes that I serve you in the mornings.
This golden dawn that sees you leave is the blonde beast that Nietzche was talk about or the nameless beast that Blake evoked.
From the quarries of the night they emit their grunts, their silent breads, its brightness; the sackcloth purples with which I will strike my neck, my back that was once tender; that now It’s rough as your departure and it will be in the first millennium of the era that begins with your absence.
I read the letters when the morning throws me birds in my face. I read the letters They say you’ll come back. You will be the last beast, naked and beautiful as heaven when the ages go out and distil the last drops of this cosmic melancholie
You will return barefoot. Your feet will have collected eyes, artifacts, silences of the cosmic oceans, of the stars that fade when they stop shining for a moment.
In the hot June night your feet will caress my sex and they will overturn a blondo universe in my violent erection, In my blue orgasm.
Your plantas they will catch on the last drops of space and you will drink with each of your toes the corner of the hours, the thick worms of the day.
Let me hang from the moon; my hips they will move in pendulum Towards the faint mist of four.