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.
Oral sex / When the sun explodes / Gocho Versolari, poet
This desire to merge us of shatter us invaded us since the nap until this fall twilight when the rain threw ardent serpents, atanores of light.
This desire to merge us climbed into my mouth and yours and our tongues sought our sexes and the morning bread it rained on the sleepy coast of your being.
Now let me pick up your members, may I take your silence, arm it; Let your cries of pleasure return to the silent space of your liver.
That desire to merge us of shatter us keep going. From being a crazed sea it happens to be a rumorous stream; to discover our skin; to explore us as untouched universes.
After the storm of orgasm, your tongue, my tongue both carefully climb the dawn and an ocean of unborn children spills itself in the sunsets while I playing with my tongue into your vulva and my monster looks for your heat and your humidity and the pieces of your being that assemble themselves, that multiply while the nap hangs its beads of the light.
Let me feel your belly, the foreshortening of your flank, the perplexing perimeter of your feet.
Show me the soul. I will drink an apex. I will give you mine soul, and the madness will shine again and in the thick of the midnight sun the loaves of another heaven will explode. Our sexes they will be blue doors soft nectars furious spilled concoctions between the zenith and the bottom of the abyss when it explodes the sun