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<\/a>N\u00e9stor Cheb Terrab<\/b> naci\u00f3 en 1960, en Buenos Aires. Realiz\u00f3 estudios de Econom\u00eda y Psicolog\u00eda Social. Asiste al taller<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Tangerina<\/i>, coordinado por Ana Guillot.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Sonomama\u00a0<\/i>es su primer libro de poemas.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/span><\/div>\n
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Aqu\u00ed, un adelanto de <\/span>Sonomama<\/i>:<\/span><\/div>\n
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llevo luces que no <\/span><\/div>\n
contrastan con mis ojos<\/span><\/div>\n
enchufes que no<\/span><\/div>\n
desconectan <\/span><\/div>\n
el agua que oculto <\/span><\/div>\n
purga los colores <\/span><\/div>\n
que desti\u00f1en que esquivan<\/span><\/div>\n
tonos intactos<\/span><\/div>\n
(resguardo de paz<\/span><\/div>\n
interior)<\/span><\/div>\n
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observar protege<\/span><\/div>\n
un olvido que espera <\/span><\/div>\n
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paraca\u00eddas protector <\/span><\/div>\n
de instante minda<\/span><\/div>\n
cometa transmaterial<\/span><\/div>\n
alineaci\u00f3n de oriente<\/span><\/div>\n
desato cuerdas para no<\/span><\/div>\n
detener<\/span><\/div>\n
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bajo el agua\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
gemelos intimidan<\/span><\/div>\n
mis ojos profundo<\/span><\/div>\n
en su vaiv\u00e9n fosforescencias no dejan<\/span><\/div>\n
a la estrella de mar<\/span><\/div>\n
ella extra\u00f1a la cueva\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
replegar los extremos<\/span><\/div>\n
abandonar la intenci\u00f3n <\/span><\/div>\n
de tocar<\/span><\/div>\n
lo impropio<\/span><\/div>\n
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la madrugada derrite <\/span><\/div>\n
la oscura frontera<\/span><\/div>\n
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actos que brillan <\/span><\/div>\n
a la distancia<\/span><\/div>\n
de cerca parecen<\/span><\/div>\n
presagios <\/span><\/div>\n
(de cerca se puede <\/span><\/div>\n
abrazar)<\/span><\/div>\n
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dirigir los sue\u00f1os<\/span><\/div>\n
sin certezas <\/span><\/div>\n
mi tronco separado<\/span><\/div>\n
de mi pulso<\/span><\/div>\n
inspira m\u00e1s de lo que expira <\/span><\/div>\n
retengo im\u00e1genes <\/span><\/div>\n
quiero despertar con la extra\u00f1eza <\/span><\/div>\n
que no depende de m\u00ed<\/span><\/div>\n
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confluyen las jorobas<\/span><\/div>\n
en el centro <\/span><\/div>\n
la mente se divide entre los l\u00edquidos\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
confluyen las reservas <\/span><\/div>\n
la espesura del inmediato\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
pretende ser amada\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
por quien entienda\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
el mensaje de los animales<\/span><\/div>\n
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los sabios peregrinan en la pir\u00e1mide\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
donde los que aparentan\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
en traje\/dia y come\/dia <\/span><\/div>\n
sobreviven\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
duermen en la cabeza <\/span><\/div>\n
s\u00edndrome\/diario\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
para olvidar\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
lo aprendido<\/span><\/div>\n
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respiro agua blanca<\/span><\/div>\n
lluvia de aver\u00edas<\/span><\/div>\n
punto de admiraci\u00f3n<\/span><\/div>\n
hoja que no termina de caer<\/span><\/div>\n
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a partir de cu\u00e1ndo<\/span><\/div>\n
el p\u00e1jaro comi\u00f3 las alas<\/span><\/div>\n
cortadas en la noche<\/span><\/div>\n
y corri\u00f3 hacia su nido<\/span><\/div>\n
ocupado<\/span><\/div>\n
por pensamientos minimalistas<\/span><\/div>\n
para enjaular la sombra<\/span><\/div>\n
que marte dibuja<\/span><\/div>\n
en la tierra<\/span><\/div>\n
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hombres miniatura<\/span><\/div>\n
salen de la boya<\/span><\/div>\n
oxidada por esconderse<\/span><\/div>\n
para restaurar<\/span><\/div>\n
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desde un abandonado lugar<\/span><\/div>\n
da se\u00f1ales<\/span><\/div>\n
perdi\u00f3 una pluma a manos<\/span><\/div>\n
de un intencionado viento<\/span><\/div>\n
en el blanco emit\u00eda sonidos suaves<\/span><\/div>\n
la tristeza de un hombre<\/span><\/div>\n
sin respuestas<\/span><\/div>\n
al ceder la sombra\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
la us\u00f3 para escribir\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
cada palabra <\/span><\/div>\n