Yesterday Chillán Market, to 19 poets from Italy, France, Switzerland, Colombia, Argentina and Mexico , heard of the poet Alicia Pereda chillaneja recitation of the poem "Viva Chile Shit, "the poet Fernando Alegria Alfaro. Published the text and audio, listening and reading with feeling. These are our creators. And when we can and when we want: VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
When the dawn comes out to uncover star huaso
and wet with dew, a fire in his spurs when the horse
red sea skip the bar and starts
the lake with a slow mist of ducks, when it drops the tough
larch and its branches down the sky, say it with nostalgia
VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
When the lights up your scuba diver
and whales come to suck in the belly of the boats
when it falls to the ocean the backbone of the country as a dead cow
and wave drags when it explodes
ancient coal and Antarctica lights:
say thoughtfully, VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
When winter comes floating in the Mapocho
like a corpse tied with wire, with flowers and jars
and lick the dogs and cats away embalmed
when carrying a child and another child asleep in its frost
and will stir their coffins gray coat: angry
say VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
When moonlight mushroom growing population
when he falls off a school and a factory
when he died a port in the North and they covered it with sand when Santiago
rust sucks and its white spaces when you retire
wine and widows insist their homes:
head bowed, VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
suddenly I wonder with amazement why
say Viva Chile Mier shit and not ... tiful country?
perhaps in my ignorance I repeat the echo of another echo
Viva! says broken with the gold nugget between the fingers
Chile! Wind says the green sky of the drunken valleys
Shit replies the frog to the old witch Talagante.
What problem lies so deep in the lines of my hand? Is my country
an illusion that the shadow follows me like a dog? Viva
there not among us without your shit?
the one for the slave, the other for the
the one for the exploiter of nitrate, copper, coal, cattle
the other for his death living underground mining. And
penamos and live on a small strip on the vacuum gap
someone shouted a curse first.
Was a soldier wounded in the battle of Rancagua?
Was a sailor in Angamos? A Cancharayada out?
Was a striker in La Coruna? A clenched fist in San Gregorio? Or an Easter Islander
bleeding in the night of their beaches?
payador Do not sang his loneliness to the divine and the human
hanged himself with guitar strings?
Do not follow the Holy riding his knife kept the devil at bay?
Ah, what a giant company such as diminished destination.
Between snow and sea, with all the soul, we boarded up against a course and, consequently
in the morning when God ignores us,
lifted at midnight when an earthquake shakes us, when the sea
loot our houses and hides in the woods,
when Chile can not be sure of its maps
and sing like a rooster will peck the sun into pieces ,
say, firmly, VIVA CHILE MIERDA!
And what I say is a battle cry
prayer without end, starting
espuelazo fierce bloody spur the reins
air galopón Chilean pony through the ages
ground layer is cracking, ring of fire ,
old blue wave of impatient icebergs.
Country - Bird, root vegetable, eating where the world ends, who
yells it will have peace, will fall to continue.
And because of one island, the sea to the mountains,
of solitude to another, as from one star to another star, we will
howling in the ears earth Case:
say, finally, VIVA CHILE SHIT!
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