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Jan 2021 · 87
Blazes of colour
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
blazes of colour
dropped autumn leaves along the path
only a soft rumor among the trees escort me on the way home
Jan 2021 · 264
The Return
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
Beeing separeted from the elements
Beeing separeted from the nature
Away from the storms, the rain and the sea
Was the principle of my decadence
Now after so many defeats
I will return naked and poor
To the very beginning
Tomorrow I will shine together with the sun
Jan 2021 · 83
Lima Blues
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
The old city
Under its gray sky
It has lost its former splendor.
Monstrous megalopolis
Scattered among the sands
And the Rimac River.
Boiling cauldron
Where they converge
All the bloods.
From your port
Tons of ******* are released
Towards a decadent Europe
And their venal politicians
They are recycled with every new choice.
And yet
Poetry, stubborn, continues to grow
Like a voluptuous maguey flower
In the middle of the desert.
Jan 2021 · 67
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.
Jan 2021 · 64
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
Jan 2021 · 71
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
Jan 2021 · 76
One morning in April
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
I kissed tenderly
your ******* polished by the rain
one morning in April
Jan 2021 · 66
Goldfinches
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
stay calm my dear friend
your present sorrows
will be like Goldfinches flowing away tomorrow
and a nostalgic smile will illuminate your face
May 2020 · 58
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
May 2020 · 52
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
May 2020 · 76
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
May 2020 · 58
a gentle breeze
Cesar Botetano May 2020
her ******* bristle
when a gentle breeze kisses them
Apr 2020 · 87
Tic tac
Cesar Botetano Apr 2020
Tic Tac
the rain walking on the tin roof
Tic Tac
the rain making shine the leaves
Tic Tac
the rain appeasing the fire of my heart

listen carefully
the murmurs of the trees speak better than us
at least they never lie
Apr 2020 · 49
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
Apr 2020 · 62
Mystical trip
Cesar Botetano Apr 2020
tiny dew drops
illuminates her beautiful face
dawn is here


moonless rainy nights
me, old summoner of dreams
mystical trip
Mar 2020 · 51
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
Mar 2020 · 115
A monk's pray
Cesar Botetano Mar 2020
Please, my Lord, Have mercy on me
I pray day and night to you
Please, my sweet Lord
give me a sign
of your forgiveness
Maybe a dream
or a flash of lightning across the sky
whatever will be
and I accept your will
Mar 2020 · 45
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."
Mar 2020 · 64
A tiger
Cesar Botetano Mar 2020
The shadow of a tiger
reflected on the quiet waters of the Ganges river
a recurrent dream
of an ancient warrior
Feb 2020 · 60
Inscrutable signs
Cesar Botetano Feb 2020
Suddenly all the past was here again
magically revealed by the pale coolness of her face


Inscrutable signs
the subtle language of the Gods
Down here the trees blossom
Feb 2020 · 50
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

— The End —