5 poems from the Red Book (Vol. 14)

The Prostíbulo Poético collective publishes the fourteenth volume of its already traditional Red Book. The 47 poets compiled here are all part of the casts of this theater-poetic project that is already present in Barcelona, ​​Madrid and Valencia. A really interesting show and poems.

In Zenda we reproduce five poems from Red Book (Poetic Brothel).

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it is good for the body

it is good for the body
remember that you were loved
leave the house and feel the jasmine
bloomed stop
close the eyes
and open the light.
it is good for the body
knock on the door to the origin
enter through a hallway
cross a hallway
and look at everything again
since this time
place yourself in the middle
and call the dead
to invite you to dinner.
it is good for the body
sit with them at their table
slide a finger along the edge of the plate
put a handful of marbles in your mouth
and chew the sound of water.
it is good for the body
close your eyes in closed eyes
lie down on a field of basil
wait for the green to pass through you
and put you inside that country that trembles
it is good for the body
open your eyes and remove the marbles from your mouth
stand up of the table
redo the hallway
say goodbye
close the door.
it is good for the body
May the jasmine come to meet you
let swallows be born to you
remembering that you were loved
open your eyes again
and in the hand
find a marble

Dennise Valeria Céspedes (Blackbird)

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Reminiscences

Two chairs, incendiary distance.
Two chairs and you look at me.
And I think I’m an angel in a courtyard of lights.
The infinite resignation.
Fear and trembling.
Fear and trembling.
Who sacrifices this ram?

Ángela Navarro Esteve (The Orphan)

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Lupus

Love makes me at night
when the wolves come to devour me,
I moan for pleasure,
scream due to unconsciousness
seeing me so black, so dedicated
like a bright and nocturnal geranium.
Then my flesh screams:
Wolves come to devour me, make me their food,
because the love he gives me, you will never be able to achieve.

Raúl Ornelas Aguirre (Petricor)

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Yemayá protect us all

Tin marin of two penguins…
I know my scam bothers you,
my incessant baby sound,
inevitably, behind the veins…
I am Changó’s daughter
and I am a temple tomb
of your Gods on trial
to mine wounded by hunger,
but well they like a riot
and they resolve without fighting.
Rogue mask puppet-was…
Guaguancó on the bus,
my five sunflowers dance
honey and cinnamon—
holes in the guayaberas
«My daughter, things are on fire»
Ache…
Raise your neck my jicotea,
challenging
watches me
I buzzed a cake into the sea
and now the breeze smells like black sugar.

Laura Magro Peralta (La Sublime)

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l·l
Jo vull ser per a tu
with the point
for the el·le geminate:
a silence
volat
one syllable
determined
in ecstasy
to the bell mig
of the teues
two
cames
ours

María Sanz (The Conjuring)

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Authors: Poetic Brothel Collective. Qualification: Red Book Vol. 14. Editorial: Poetic Brothel. Sale: All your books.