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Cesar Botetano Apr 2022
subtle, like small rain
my heart goes after you
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
You liked to invent the day
with a soft tune
Or a subtle irony
We smile willingly
But I must confess to you
That we liked the most
It was seeing your hips wave
Like spikes moved by the wind
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.
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
You must re-invent yourself
may your tears turn to sweet dew
that make the leaves of your soul shine



Shhh
Let the wind speak for us



loneliness is not a punishment
loneliness is the sweet companion
that whispers poetry in our ears
Cesar Botetano Mar 2021
Loneliness walks the streets
Enters a movie theater
Sits on a park bench
Drinks a coffee
Sleeps with you
suddenly one day
you discover yourself in his gaze
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
Between the murmur of eucalyptus and the smell of yellow broom
my steps lead me to my distant childhood
away from the noise of the big city
everything is getting sweeter and kinder
and on my face the smile of a child is drawn
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
my loneliness
it is a kind company
never complains
nothing claims me
just a little silence
and a lovely sunset
Cesar Botetano Jul 2021
she steals her mystery from the mist
and from the rain its freshness
my love follows each of her steps
Cesar Botetano Mar 2022
While I type on my old Remington typewriter
my latest poems
the dawn enters through the window like a shy maiden in love
Cesar Botetano Apr 2020
tiny dew drops
illuminates her beautiful face
dawn is here


moonless rainy nights
me, old summoner of dreams
mystical trip
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
Cesar Botetano Jun 2021
old letters that I never sent you
letters aged from reading them so much
outside a heavy rain and the sky full of lightning
a served drink and a half-finished cigarette.
the night goes on and the room fills with shadows
one by one I'm throwing the letters into the fire
and while the fire rages
I'm done with the past
tomorrow will be a new day
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
Melquiades is getting old
but this bright morning
he feels rejuvenated
a beautiful girl offered him her best smile
Cesar Botetano Apr 2021
The sun caught in your hair one april morning
Reach to make a poem
And the sea mist creeping up your long legs
It is poetry itself
And what to say about your enigmatic smile
When I touch your skin like the sun does this noon.
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
I kissed tenderly
your ******* polished by the rain
one morning in April
Cesar Botetano Mar 2021
we live only once
but we die many times



Unfortunate luck
We are just like gypsies
That we can't tell each other's fortunes



We were so young; we were so crazy.
But in the end
Everything passes
Everything ends
For better or for worse
Other naive actors
Will replace us on this immense stage called life
And all of us will finally be only pasture of oblivion
Cesar Botetano Mar 2021
If the way up
It's the same on the way down
Opposites touch
If we start to die from when we are born
And dawn and dusk for an instant look so alike
Opposites touch
If many things are two sides of the same coin
Separated by a thin line
Opposites touch
So agony is a way to be reborn
And the poetry of surviving in the midst of death
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
young woman, beloved mine
flames of desire in our small room
suddenly
a flash of lightning illuminated your naked body
slowly approaching me
and your enigmatic smile that invites me to paradise
Cesar Botetano Dec 2021
The forest that once sheltered us still as lonely as ever
The trees recovered their music with the autumn breeze
I badly need you to survive the next winter
Please do not take long
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.
Cesar Botetano Nov 2021
blurry images through the windshield
uselessly I tried to recognize myself in your gaze
the rain dances with the wind
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
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
read me please
as the woods read the sing of the birds
like the golden sunsets read the footsteps on the sand
direct from my heart to your heart
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
Suddenly all the memories were here
Magically revealed
By the pale beauty of her face
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
Here I am
in the midst of sadness
joining pieces of memories
useless effort
the hours do not retrace their steps
nor is love ever beggared
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
Cesar Botetano Sep 2022
Thunders rumbles among a heavy rain
Under a leafy tree
Me and my 7 years looked astonished the sky
Cesar Botetano Mar 2022
Your blazing beauty
dew
over my burning heart


The tiktok of raindrops over the pond
beats of my old heart
as I walk with you by mi side


My dearest young girl
My new home
is halfway between your beauty and my loneliness
Cesar Botetano Mar 2021
in the gloom of a provincial cinema
the old super simplex machines
throw a powerful beam of light
the people settle in the rickety armchairs
laugh, clap, cry
start dreaming for an hour and a half
outside it is pouring rain
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
tangled voices
with the sound of the waves
and the murmur of the trees
they say something
something suggest
a riddle
an oracle
it will be the announcement of something terrible
or a love that is approaching
this is the charm and mysterie of life itself
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
my dear
since your departure
everything remains the same:
the leaves have turned sepia this time of year
the crickets lull me at night
and the rain sings on the old roof
just me
I have returned to smoking
Thinking of you
tell me please
How many more dawns will I have to wait for your return?
Cesar Botetano Jul 2022
the blaze of your beauty
raindrops caught on a train window
sunrise on a lonely beach
the tick-tock of an old clock
the wind kissing your cheeks
the murmur of dawn that assaults your room
the blaze of your beauty
the crackling of a campfire in the middle of nowhere
the whisper of the wind among the foliage of the forest
a sparrow singing on the eaves of a house
a loaf of bread shared between two solitary beings
the moon reflected in an old pond
Cesar Botetano Sep 2022
summer has entered my window for the first time
children run and laugh in the garden
the mist surrounding the blue mountain is clear
a warm sun is gradually flooding my room
Cesar Botetano Mar 2021
The faraway blue mountain
Slowly vanishes in the early mist
Cesar Botetano May 2020
the bridges have the charm
of being the beginning or the end of a journey
exactly like a kiss
Cesar Botetano Jan 2021
Take a knife and cut the hollow shaft
Of a white feather
A few more deft cuts
And he has his calligrapher's pen.
In front of him, in an old leather case
More goose and swan feathers
He will begin to write on a calfskin parchment.
For the next four years the Holy Book
The illustrations will be illuminated
With gold, silver, copper and platinum
A masterpiece that will survive
Many centuries after the monk has departed.
Cesar Botetano Sep 2022
Time dissolves like a cigarette in the middle of the night
a bird sings a sad melody somewhere in the forest
the friends who left never came back
the first autumn rains arrived
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
the dawn and you get together
like the sea and the mist
just like rain and lightning
like the wind and the children's kites
Yeah
the dawn and you come together in my bed
when I look at you sweetly asleep beside me
and I become the guardian of your dreams
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
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
sitting at the top of the staircase
the little girl shares a secret with the moon
about a lovely kid that captured her dreams
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 May 2021
Life is a great spectacle
dance of masquerades
no one dares to show their true face
because if they did
it would be like seeing the Medusa of Perseus
and we would be at that moment petrified
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
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
the old days are gone
together with friends and loves
they live now in your wrinkles and your dreams
but sometimes, not very often
that sleeping tiger that still lives inside you
roar in the wind
Cesar Botetano Feb 2021
The path
Upholstered
For long silences
The path
Covered in sepia leaves
That creak with the footsteps
And at the end of the road
The immense sky
Drawn by the flight of an eagle
Cesar Botetano Aug 2021
I am wondering about the perfect love
which is the voice of my silence
the soft wind of my wings
and the blue sky of my sea
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
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
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
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?
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