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129 · Feb 2021
those hands
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
Traces of fire
On a skin embroidered with tattoos
Body degraded
By alcohol, drugs and sin
But those hands
Oh God
Those hands created beautiful poems
That move us to tears
128 · Jan 2021
Old Kingdoms
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
If the luster and power of today's decadent empires
fades into the mists of Time
and the myth of the eternal return is fulfilled
we shall see the rise of old and forgotten kingdoms
127 · Oct 2021
At Dawn
Cesar Botetano Oct 2021
At Dawn
wild horses cross like an exhalation the plains
Scent of tender grass
124 · Jan 2021
The old alchemist
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
In a secret place of an old castle
As the sun goes down
An old man descends and walks through intricate passages
Until he reaches his favorite place: the laboratory
He lights with some difficulty an iron lamp
In the background burns a stone oven
The room is spacious with several oak tables
Filled with tubes, retorts, flasks and old parchments.
Several objects on the table are made of bone
He ponders as he contemplates a bubbling cauldron.
He repeats silently "the stone is the beginning of everything".
With great effort he has managed to decipher secret codes
"Add to the eagle the dragon of ice"
"The man of fire must be fed with a snow swan"
A lifetime of trying to make gold out of a stone
Yet another night immersed in this secret world
While the old kettle seems about to explode
Outside the dawn begins to break
124 · Feb 2021
The sea
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
The seagulls squawk over the cliffs
The waves end like white foam at their feet
The sea is an iridescent mantle shimmering under the setting sun
Bronco, unfathomable and in perpetual motion
I contemplate it from my dimly lit room
In the distance a boat is blurred with the mist
Slowly smoking a cigarette I feel the sea talking, roaring, singing
sometimes it scares and sometimes it lulls
A melody that is lost in the beginning of time
The leaden sky announces a fine drizzle
I'll go for a walk on the beach
And the rain and the drops of the sea
Will placate this infinite sadness that sometimes assaults me
And then I'll go back to finish writing a poem
123 · Jan 2021
Corruption
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
Corruption
Hydra of a thousand heads
all is articulated: politicians, judges, authorities and bureaucracy
if you touch one, others hide  and protect him
it is a malignant virus that feeds on a healthy organism
because corruption is not a person or a group of people
Corruption is a state within a state
123 · Mar 2020
El Dorado
Cesar Botetano Mar 2020
Orellana's famous expedition in search of the mythical "El Dorado."
They sailed eight months along the Amazon River.
According to the chronicles of that time:
Thousands of Indians died because of smallpox brought by the Spanish.
The Indians covered the Spanish brig with thousands of arrows and darts in response to such ambition.
The Indians did not allow them to obtain any food;
So, they were forced to boil their belts and mix with some herbs, to alleviate their hunger.
They could never find the dreamed " El Dorado."
121 · Jan 2021
This instant
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
This instant
no other
neither before nor after
this instant
when you are and you stop being
water running through fingers
precisely at this moment
when life passes before your eyes
like a paper boat
getting lost on the horizon
so that
we are all made of instants
ungraspable
fleeting and irredeemable
117 · Apr 2021
The sword
Cesar Botetano Apr 2021
The bloodthirsty sword
Through the centuries
And it becomes a rifle and then a missile
Insatiable devours entire armies
Whole villages
Along the history
Insatiable gets drunk on blood
How long will this punishment be?
Will it be until the end of time?
114 · May 2020
a gentle breeze
Cesar Botetano May 2020
her ******* bristle
when a gentle breeze kisses them
113 · Mar 2020
The manuscript
Cesar Botetano Mar 2020
I tried and tried again
endlessly
writing and rewriting once more
finally
the manuscript began to talk to me
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
sitting at the border of nowhere
at the edge of  madness or the enlightenment
with my eyes flooded with tears
I only hope is to be rescued by the inscrutable beauty of poetry
111 · Feb 2021
Variations
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
the sorrows and pains
that cause great love
They are just like lightning and thunder
that precede a bright morning


the sour taste of defeat
Alas of the defeated
there is no story for them
nor sorry
no compassion
they fade from the memory of the times


please dance for me
and move like the golden spikes of May
under a brilliant sun
please dance for me
fill my cup with the promise
of endless nights of wild pleasure
111 · Apr 2020
immense solitude
Cesar Botetano Apr 2020
no rainbows after the rain
just puddles reflecting the sky
and immense solitude

the pearl color of your naked body
bathed by the soft light of the moon
writing a poem
111 · May 2020
Cold evenings
Cesar Botetano May 2020
on cold evenings like this
I try to recognize myself in your gaze
the rain dances with the wind
111 · May 2020
The bridges
Cesar Botetano May 2020
the bridges have the charm
of being the beginning or the end of a journey
exactly like a kiss
107 · Jan 2021
One morning in April
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
I kissed tenderly
your ******* polished by the rain
one morning in April
106 · Feb 2020
Raindrops
Cesar Botetano Feb 2020
Raindrops
color sparks
dancing on the asphalt


Going down to Tarma
dark clouds in the horizon
scent of lilies


Dawn
Enters like a shy maiden through the window
and reclines in my bed
101 · May 2020
Salute
Cesar Botetano May 2020
Salute
for those people touched by the gods
transforming images into words
poetry
fresh dew in decaying cities
Salute
for those people touched by the gods
impecable words
like furious machine guns
lightnings in the middle of the night
99 · Jan 2021
The Schoolyard
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
The huge schoolyard
I jump between the puddles that reflect the high eucalyptus trees
A little goldfinch looks at me with curiosity
91 · Jan 2021
Quillamama (The Moon)
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
Quillamama, your undefeated beauty lights up the night,

Majestic you point out the passage of time.

Your silver tears adorn sacred shrines

And all men know of your magnetic power.

I know that you are a friend of the water spirits

From water untouched by the sun, the water that cures all ills

I ask you to cure me of my ills of love.



Quillamama, show me if I will see my beloved again

You who are the mother of time and seasons

Give me the signal so I know if I will ever see her again.

If I have that joy and it is granted to me to make her pregnant

I'm sure you'll look after her.



Quillamama, you have been loved and worshipped by men

From different languages and places,

Today I see you reflected on the back of the still waters

When I leave my homeland,

Please tell me what will become of me and my love

and if I still have many nights left to see her.
Note.

Quilla or Quillamama is the name the Incas gave to the moon. She was considered the sister and wife of Inti, the Sun God, and had a beautiful room with silver sheets and idols inside the Qoricancha temple in Cusco.

Ancient Peruvians worshipped Quilla, invoking his protection for women and babies during childbirth. On the northern coast of Peru his cult was very strong since ancient times. The Mochicas and Chimus, for example, called him Si and gave him offerings and human sacrifices in beautiful pyramidal temples like the Huaca de la Luna , near Trujillo. The curious thing is that the Costenos considered the Selenite star to be a divinity of masculine attributes, unlike the people of the sierra who treated the moon as a loving, protective mother.

There is a myth that tells of Quillamama's infidelity. It turns out that a beautiful fox had fallen in love with the goddess and implored her every night to accede to her requirements, until the Moon, convinced of her love, decided to drop a silver rope through which the fox ascended and reached her beloved, never to be separated from her. The Indians tell that the fox can still be seen as a silhouette covering the surface of Mother Moon.

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