Cervix Is Low And Hard

CESAR VALLEJO - Poetry (UNI and SM)

Now that we're running out of classes, one of the last authors that we see is César Vallejo. And I always reread, back to Vallejo. His poetry, despite the time elapsed, it is vital and always moving. Whenever they say that Vallejo is the poet of pain, human suffering and death. True, but in part. There is also an impulse of love, life, rage to live (so to speak), and above all solidarity with the underdog, with humans and, in general.

Fitz between two stars

There are people so unhappy, that even
have body hair quantity,
floor in inches, the great sorrow;
the way up;
not look for me, the grinding of oblivion, seem
off the air, sighs mentally add, heard whipping
clear their palates!

They leave your skin, scratching the sarcophagus in
born and up to his death from hour to hour
and fall, along icy alphabet, to the ground. Oh

of so much! And from so little! Woe to them!
Oh in my room, hearing them with glasses! Oh
in my chest, when they buy costumes!
Oh my white dirt in your pool scum!

ears are Amadas sanchez,
beloved people feel, loved the unknown
and his wife, neighbor
sleeves, neck and eyes!

Beloved be the one that has bedbugs, which takes
torn shoe in the rain, sailing
which the body of a pan with two matches,
which takes a finger in a door, which does not have
birthday ,
he lost his shadow in a fire,
the animal, which looks like a parrot,
which looks like a man, the poor rich, pure
miserable, poor poor! Amado

which is
hungry or thirsty, but not
hunger with which to satisfy his thirst, and thirst
with which to satisfy all your hunger!

Beloved be the working day, a month, on time,
the sweating from pain or shame,
who goes, nOn the order of their hands, to the movies, which paid
what missing
who sleeps on his back,
it no longer remembers his childhood, loved the bald
is hatless
the just spineless
the thief without roses,
the leading watch and has seen God,
which is an honor and not die!

Beloved be the child who falls and still cries
and the man who has fallen and no longer cries! Oh

of so much! Oh so little! Woe to them!