tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63775855569061295522012-01-10T12:04:26.510-03:00Patricia Damiano - textos 2008/2012Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.comBlogger1411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-91241524483554626742011-07-03T23:41:00.000-03:002011-07-03T23:41:01.229-03:00<br><br><br><br />Como si anudarse al rito despertara a los océanos.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-9124152448355462674?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-68923271344704187962011-07-03T23:21:00.000-03:002011-07-03T23:21:40.818-03:00<br><br><br><br />Con el agua se fueron y con <br />el estilete <br />justo <br /><br />los roncos ayes<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6892327134470418796?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-59892453222407125302011-07-03T01:58:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:58:32.130-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />En los idus de diciembre <br />ya no hubo <br />barca <br /><br />o se llamaba eutanil<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5989245322240712530?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-62439544721757037292011-07-03T01:39:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:39:46.010-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />Silenciosa<br />cava<br />tu tripa, la malhadada<br /><br />Te dije que un lied de Wolff<br />y esa tinta de Daumier<br /><br />constituyen<br />almanaque<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6243954472175703729?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-75080913057331141762011-07-03T01:17:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:17:04.981-03:00<br><br><br><br />Toda apertura <br />derrumbe<br /><br />Sol habido<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7508091305733114176?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-75153264922756356742011-07-03T01:14:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:14:54.642-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />Se contonea la recepcionista en la recepción, toda ella fertilidad y sacarina.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7515326492275635674?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-21965388317842766622011-07-03T01:11:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:11:34.877-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />A su hora <br />otro fue el lenguaje. <br /><br />No el incubado ni la constelada <br />pelea de los días. <br /><br />Dijo y murió. <br /><br />Stop. Fin del mensaje.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2196538831784276662?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-64497339474337052862011-07-03T01:08:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:08:17.303-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />En medio del bosque las ardillas <br />juegan <br />con los pies del ahorcado<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6449733947433705286?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-81326040261274444072011-07-03T01:00:00.000-03:002011-07-03T01:00:35.962-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />De la piedra y la nieve. <br /><br />La sangre<br />caliente de los lobos.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8132604026127444407?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-2346260450294359442011-06-24T00:43:00.000-03:002011-06-24T00:43:18.469-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />En el origen <br />latido.<br /><br />Tu merced, ahora<br />calabaza.<br /><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-234626045029435944?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-43750149956690786402011-06-20T04:21:00.007-03:002011-06-24T00:41:32.602-03:00<br><br><br><br><br /><i>Para</i> y <i>Por</i>, ballestas en tu idioma <br />relámpago.<br /><br /><br />Sol negro.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4375014995669078640?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-6136038886084237492011-02-20T00:39:00.004-03:002011-02-23T22:10:45.579-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />Hay un lago, en todas <br />las farolas que ese gritito largo <br />enciende <br /><br />y yo, <br />putrefactible<br />hice, soy.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-613603888608423749?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-23040760025255193832011-02-07T23:09:00.004-03:002011-02-23T22:32:28.586-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />No hubo su degüello. <br />El tajo crece en la caja blanca. <br /><br />Fuera, en el balcón, todas las raíces se duermen.<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2304076002525519383?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-11824474533394210482011-02-07T22:33:00.005-03:002011-02-07T22:42:17.408-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />pulso fantasma<br />gemidito en la boca que somos<br />cruza<br />toda aceptación<br /><br />parte ballesta y no vuelve<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1182447453339421048?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-60692292308735620402011-01-07T22:49:00.003-03:002011-01-07T22:56:25.916-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sueño que se extinguen las abejas y los mirlos y los tigres blancos. <br />Luego despierto en mi edad geológica y los veo.<br /><br />Sí están, Simón.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6069229230873562040?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-73744574425377449312010-11-09T16:13:00.004-03:002010-11-09T16:22:31.415-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />Yo, Ganga, donde no hubo<br />ni habrá<br />señorío,<br />os libero.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*La línea pertenece a </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >La meditación de una IBM 7094-7040 DCS</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> citada por Esteban Peicovich, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Poemas plagiados</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, pág. 54</span><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7374457442537744931?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-80476554314178965882010-11-04T14:42:00.003-03:002010-11-04T15:29:20.261-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />sólo señales, riesgo, cauterización<br />de la poesía<br />merecen mencionarse aqui<br />a bordo<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8047655431417896588?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-55662182349703812372010-10-20T15:27:00.003-03:002010-10-20T15:27:00.595-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />Aspid es la voz de tu sueño<br />si<br />muere <br />la idea abstracta<br /><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5566218234970381237?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-217137792922250572010-10-18T14:41:00.004-03:002010-10-18T14:44:55.278-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />ni puntillas para el recién nacido <br />ni mortaja<br /><br />sólo la breva la higuera<br />roja<br />que no supo Judas<br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-21713779292225057?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-87733789798641179662010-06-16T15:23:00.007-03:002010-06-16T16:07:52.022-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tu acento al final<br />del pretérito indefinido<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">impreciso yo</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />perturba<br />a los actores<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"> <span class="actions"><div> <a id="status_star_16325377188" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"> </a> </div></span> <span class="entry-content"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8773378979864117966?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-71312192580411634482010-06-16T15:17:00.012-03:002010-06-16T15:50:23.224-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"><br />tu artificio concede una raíz al árbol<br /><br />dos nortes, el cono<br /><br />tiranía<br />de la selva<br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7131219258041163448?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-75401633126256627642010-06-16T15:17:00.005-03:002010-06-16T15:26:02.181-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tu línea vertical<br />como ardid iconográfico<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7540163312625662764?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-85412095941440998362010-05-10T13:36:00.002-03:002010-05-10T13:37:55.312-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sueñen<br />los predadores<br />mi cuenco insomne<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8541209594144099836?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-50673607657128880172010-05-06T12:48:00.002-03:002010-05-06T13:02:28.326-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Acá el sueño y la sintaxis<br /><br />No te debo<br />la voz<br />rústica, el ave que éramos<br /><br />Soy el reptil que<br />desdice<br />el dictamen<br />de dios<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5067360765712888017?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-50869365508620419612010-05-05T17:04:00.014-03:002010-07-22T21:00:32.625-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />Horizontal<br />has mirado<br />mi túnica blanca<br /><br />destello helado<br />en diciembre<br /><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5086936550862041961?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-60599573127544218262010-05-04T23:09:00.002-03:002010-05-10T13:44:24.903-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La fraterna divinidad de Morfeo y Tánatos<br />me lleva<br />a otro hemisferio<br /><br />No mires<br />cuando el incienso<br />arde<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6059957312754421826?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-64760481791319104272010-05-04T23:06:00.000-03:002010-05-04T23:06:00.632-03:00<span style="" class=" " id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Atisba en tu frontera<br />la extinción del arma y del aplauso<br /><br />Qué será<br />de<br />vosotros<br /><br />rocío<br /></span></span><span style="" class=" " id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6476048179131910427?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-75362508247014665832010-05-04T02:00:00.000-03:002010-05-04T01:59:36.601-03:00<span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><br />Mi yo no me necesita<br /><br />y de pronto<br />tu dragón<br /><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><br /><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><span id="profile_status"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7536250824701466583?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-25065362625104764002010-05-04T01:26:00.000-03:002010-05-04T01:26:01.041-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Me diste el Mediterráneo<br />padre<br />y no sé<br />en qué orilla<br />cae<br />la<br />estirpe<br /><br />tu desolación mi<br />metamorfosis<br /><br />dónde el alivio<br />padre<br />dónde tu dádiva<br />y el veneno<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2506536262510476400?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-29574827613529418622010-04-29T16:52:00.002-03:002010-04-29T21:51:55.385-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />el descontento<br />ruin<br />de tus opciones:<br /><br />he nacido<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2957482761352941862?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-30834652672969107522010-04-29T16:26:00.003-03:002010-04-29T16:48:18.526-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fue el maizal y el clavo<br />oblicuo<br />la última ensoñación del pointer<br />en el jardín de mi casa oscura<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3083465267296910752?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-89795826598293396062010-04-28T22:50:00.017-03:002010-12-29T23:26:43.761-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />que tu cadáver pase a mis pies<br />y mi larva<br />atestigüe<br /><br />nadie<br />llevará a análisis<br />tu cuerpo frío<br />filiación del frío<br />mi frío<br /><br />la llama<br />de nuestra medianoche<br /><br />el teatro<br />pequeño<br />que vestí para tu diciembre, Damiano,<br />tu blanco<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8979582659829339606?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-30316888416327553962010-04-12T22:42:00.010-03:002010-04-13T23:05:08.976-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />emergía cerca<br />la unidad el brillo el lodo<br /><br />labio fuente<br /><br /><br />y después<br />la extorsión<br /><br />tu lago<br />fiel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3031688841632755396?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-25766957493459301792010-04-12T22:37:00.009-03:002010-04-13T23:31:44.767-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sobre<br />mí y acaso hasta tu nombre<br />la daga<br />y Buenos Aires<br />caen<br /><br />en el teatro<br />claudica<br />lo que fuimos<br /><br />escenario<br />último el<br />telón<br />que<br />vuelve a caer<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2576695749345930179?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-49843649981199784492010-04-12T22:36:00.018-03:002010-04-13T23:42:24.783-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />la trampa<br />hizo textura<br /><br /><br />su voz<br />toda mañana, hez<br />de la presa viva<br /><br />en discordia<br />el océano<br />álgebra<br />ciega<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4984364998119978449?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-91127811232386942112010-04-09T22:00:00.000-03:002010-04-09T21:58:39.196-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No huele a cilantro cedro sándalo<br />la orgía<br />de la tierra<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-9112781123238694211?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-72821412659189586782010-04-09T21:45:00.000-03:002010-04-09T21:44:43.580-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cuántos cadáveres exhumados si el talento estuviera en los genes.<br /><br />La propia valoración pesaría bastante menos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7282141265918958678?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-53539161082853858432010-04-08T22:47:00.002-03:002010-04-08T22:53:15.079-03:00<span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><br />Pulpo hembra que mi mano<br />no iguala<br /><br />Otra,<br />su abnegación<br />última<br /><br />Amoral<br />me he elegido<br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><span class="status-body"><br /></span><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5353916108285385843?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-85332911747707706322010-04-06T22:27:00.001-03:002010-04-06T22:31:42.885-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />El<br />estupor<br />fue<br />reconocer la sensualidad<br />en derrota<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8533291174770770632?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-66145378116317795492010-04-03T20:54:00.003-03:002011-03-08T22:37:23.947-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />danzo con los somormujos, criaturas<br />sin abnegación<br /><br />opus perfectum<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6614537811631779549?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-17854566800949385892010-03-26T23:26:00.017-03:002010-04-06T23:08:43.644-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />temible procaz íntima la<br />del oscuro<br />texto<br /><br />infierno<br />que no sé decir<br /><br />adelanto reina blanca<br />ardid<br />último<br /><br />secreto rey<br />ajeno tiesto la flor<br />del número<br /><br />tobillo blanco y su cadena hubo<br />blanco desnudo conocido<br /><br />anónima<br />horca de lino y oro<br />el tablero tu nuez<br /><br />antes el arca<br /><br />no sé<br />replicar<br />extirpar<br />el íntimo texto<br />ciego<br /><br />esclava y señora<br />de las replicaciones<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1785456680094938589?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-14597147477939923792010-03-19T23:22:00.004-03:002010-03-19T23:31:15.965-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cuando la dama se conmemora deja de ser oruga<br /><br />abandona<br />estas tus mis<br />cuevas<br /><br />y se alhaja<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1459714747793992379?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-20614125011491061032010-03-19T22:58:00.001-03:002010-03-19T22:59:31.273-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cambios diminutos<br />en el lobo<br />que soy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2061412501149106103?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-5032468888183764032010-03-19T22:36:00.003-03:002010-03-19T22:47:31.254-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y así<br />desde que tuve alas<br /><br />tu tósigo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-503246888818376403?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-32223838765612153402010-03-18T15:47:00.010-03:002010-04-03T21:04:49.835-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />después de un lustro,<br />su paraíso equívoco<br /><br />ahora con vos<br />y con el miedo<br /><br />la escala del teatro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3222383876561215340?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-41122623874571513282010-03-17T00:22:00.002-03:002010-03-17T00:27:30.036-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />París 1988: un hindú en mi residencia<br /><br />Indraprastha ciudad de idólatras o Buenos Aires<br />hoy<br /><br />entre Gulistan y Bostan<br /><br />un angloindio<br />devora mi jardín secreto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4112262387457151328?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-57044612403100899792010-03-16T22:20:00.002-03:002010-03-16T22:51:35.385-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />en las noches diáfanas<br />y en su noche<br />fraudulenta,<br /><br />la impudicia del canceroso<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5704461240310089979?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-89859157482934651032010-03-11T16:39:00.004-03:002010-03-15T21:14:32.920-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La íntima flor y las avispas<br />-no la exquisita representación de la horca-<br />precedieron a Judas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8985915748293465103?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-17746282372009492952010-03-09T13:19:00.011-03:002010-04-09T21:56:55.861-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />estrategia de supervivencia,<br />el tablero<br /><br />y aquella daga lunar que nos replica<br />en el muro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1774628237200949295?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-11387647697502871692010-02-24T15:46:00.006-03:002010-04-09T21:46:48.194-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Las mujeres<br />lo han hecho<br />y deshecho<br /><br /><br />así<br />luego<br />eligió a sus próceres<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1138764769750287169?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-82767951549971631712010-02-19T12:37:00.004-03:002010-02-20T21:50:57.551-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />Desde que nació el hijo de María<br>vago de corte en corte<br /><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8276795154997163171?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-32145451476820235652010-02-11T22:34:00.003-03:002010-02-23T22:35:09.764-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />no hay jardín que alhaje <br />un lustro<br />de descontento<br /><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3214545147682023565?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-87276429585709029092010-02-07T19:49:00.002-03:002010-02-07T19:50:59.505-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />máquina en tenaz adaptación,<br />acepto mi estrago<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8727642958570902909?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-50682773812196476522009-11-13T23:48:00.005-03:002009-11-13T23:54:20.432-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />un hacha si me atavío como<br />Atenea<br /><br />(parricidio a contraluz<br />tu Egeo, padre)<br /><br />y la soga<br />si elijo trenzarme<br />cabello<br />para<br />la horca<br /><br />de todo príncipe<br />del pensamiento<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5068277381219647652?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-71371611146064682562009-10-12T21:39:00.011-03:002009-10-12T22:38:23.501-03:00<br><br><br><br><br><br />Me dispuso arabesco en el césped <br />bajo un arco de ladrillos rojos<br />al sur<br /><br />Esculpió con aire mi cabello como si de espinas como si de ella<br /><br />Ajustó dos margaritas sobre los ojos<br />y disparó<br /><br />Conservo el icono y el destello<br />sin volver a casa<br />la tiniebla<br /><br><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7137161114606468256?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-82866834833048870292009-10-12T21:37:00.005-03:002009-10-12T23:45:39.905-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br />La nombra Mala pero desde esa noche ella se sabe Mara<br /><br /><br />La luna dictamina brumosa<br />estirpe<br /><br /><br />Una cuerda, junto al lecho, se balancea vertical<br />desde el anaquel más alto de la biblioteca<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8286683483304887029?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-12973157052773564942009-10-12T21:31:00.010-03:002010-03-04T22:22:49.873-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I<br /><br /></span><span>Itinerancia:<br />luego la isla perdida<br />de sus libros útero<br />mortaja<br /><br />San Cristóbal:<br />acaso el fin de un exilio<br />y<br />origen<br />de otro látigo</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">II</span><br /><br /></span><span>La cizaña, por partes iguales en la cena, como el pan</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III</span><br /><br /></span><span>Único, Cerbero, sabe que no hay lugar<br />para las sombras en el muro<br />del estío<br /><br />su floreciente<br />veneno </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">IV</span><br /><br /></span><span>Después<br />las fotos se partieron<br />en duelo germen</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />V</span><br /><br /></span><span>No excavan ya, sucumben, se alistan</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />VI</span><br /><br /></span><span>Unas letras en el sórdido banco<br />de Palermo<br />elegido<br />inútil institución<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">VII</span><br /><br /></span><span>Partida triste<br />estupor<br />sin animal<br /><br /></span><span>sin clave el paso ciego</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1297315705277356494?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-82670620344829135742009-10-06T20:14:00.001-03:002010-03-31T00:34:54.068-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Todo ocurre de cesión<br />en cesión<br />diminuendo<br />en tierras<br />su guirnalda nupcial<br /><br />lame el azar un aceite de noche primera<br />idioma de lo otro -en secreto los pies tallados<br />en la alta siesta<br />de Cachemira<br /><br />Así es<br />cuando el adversario ruge mudo<br /><br />devora<br />el<br />juego<br />de tu magma<br /><br />elige el alfil<br />redondo<br />nocturno<br /><br />y casi en tablas<br />delinco<br />como se debe<br /><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8267062034482913574?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-76879781406253822452009-10-05T22:28:00.005-03:002009-10-05T22:51:04.036-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />En antiguo<br />tiempo<br />hoy mil noches y una<br />me nombra un mezquino<br />lloro: <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Dios mío</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cuánto deseo reposar alguna vez</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sobre mi giba</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7687978140625382245?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-33930757860264265212009-10-04T19:46:00.000-03:002009-10-04T19:47:43.483-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sucio exhausto impune<br />al corazón<br /><br />el sello real.<br /><br /><br />Aquella noche<br />de seis lunas<br />negoció con Nadir.<br /><br /><br />Cerca<br />un perro lejano,<br />su lloro inaudible.<br /><br /><br />Luego<br />brillarían los siete cuchillos<br /><br />y asestaron.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3393075786026426521?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-70676568964795870312009-09-30T22:52:00.006-03:002009-10-02T22:48:09.516-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Todo el mundo tiene dos patrias, la suya y la mía.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A partir de <span style="font-style: italic;">Shalimar el payaso</span> de Salman Rushdie</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7067656896479587031?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-8885937915566232052009-09-30T22:50:00.006-03:002009-10-02T22:48:37.831-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y hubo aquel erotismo lisiado,<br />el bosque<br />de Hyeronimus<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-888593791556623205?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-39858814729714204372009-09-30T22:49:00.003-03:002009-10-02T22:49:02.718-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Su vejez insuficiente,<br />otro sustituto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3985881472971420437?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-74822341964888173262009-09-30T22:47:00.007-03:002009-10-02T22:49:36.004-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No fue Akbar el grande, hijo del Gran Mogul,<br />la forma más engañosa del encanto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7482234196488817326?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-4286401230496699652009-09-26T00:11:00.001-03:002009-09-26T00:13:31.823-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />en<br />su veneno<br />las criaturas las dagas el pacto<br />adivinaron el ánfora<br />para la lluvia<br /><br />la duración de una piedra verde<br />fue<br />el puño tibio<br /><br />mísero reconocimiento<br />de 182.409 frases<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-428640123049669965?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-86328949873015742582009-09-17T22:17:00.004-03:002009-09-17T22:23:44.443-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />fue un viaje inmóvil<br /><br /><br />ahora reúno<br />a los pájaros<br /><br /><br />porque tenemos miedo<br /><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8632894987301574258?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-79820471992876395092009-09-15T21:00:00.019-03:002009-09-17T22:37:13.882-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />látigo el arco de tripa<br />esa noche<br />perdida voz<br /><br />decid la impiedad la piedad decid la vergüenza<br />el paso todo<br />la guirnalda los puñales, tu bestia hyde<br /><br />no dejarás<br />al monstruo la garganta<br />virgen<br /><br />las negras cuchillas te nombraron<br /><br />y ahora, sí, ahora, reina idiota,<br />las decapitaciones<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7982047199287639509?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-31628249765383418112009-09-11T23:51:00.000-03:002009-09-11T23:53:05.963-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />métrica blanca<br />la de su viaje<br />abstracto<br /><br />y un salto inmóvil<br />-sensualidad del aire-<br />astilló a muerte<br /><br />otro espejo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3162824976538341811?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-3254885381433528772009-09-09T22:49:00.013-03:002009-09-11T21:33:29.914-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span><br /><br />aceitaron mis pies y esta frente<br />trenzaron mi cabello con aros de bronce<br />y ríos sucios<br /><br />hubo<br />sólo<br />una sábana perforada<br />en la casa de las vírgenes<br /><br />hubo<br />la esterilla nupcial<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">II</span><br /><br />los harapos<br />resplandecían<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III</span><br /><br />y<br />fuego<br />a través de las puertas secretas, embozados<br />prodigadores<br />de hijos<br /><br />dieron batalla<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-325488538143352877?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-73418447526594525012009-09-09T22:06:00.001-03:002009-09-09T22:08:03.661-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cinceló en el muro la<br />ceremonia<br />las grietas un rito la luz sin<br />luz<br /><br />y esa noche<br />el balcón brilló a la luna<br />por última vez<br /><br />y entonces los verdugos llegaron<br /><br />traían un hacha un hada<br />una virgen amarilla<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7341844752659452501?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-12982734794050569692009-09-07T14:23:00.004-03:002009-09-07T14:27:23.648-03:00<br><br><br><br><br />verdad a <br />medias<br />tu gesto translúcido<br />que hoy<br />leo<br />con dagas de rubí<br /><br><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-1298273479405056969?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-28105119869104918142009-08-26T23:33:00.010-03:002009-09-06T00:22:37.287-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A Dolores Etchecopar</span></span><br /></div><br />la jauría, dijiste,<br />no huye<br /><br />sí este cordón<br />que siempre supe<br />acierta<br /><br />las ruedas dejaron de cantar<br />ladran los cuchillos en media luna<br />y luego el ojo cae<br /><br />un diamante en lágrima<br /><br />persiste<br />arabesco,<br />el hacha<br /><br />ésa es la morada, sobrevivo<br />arco<br />en el funeral<br /><br />cielo equívoco<br />los itinerarios rojos<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2810511986910491814?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-69834755040561575302009-08-23T22:11:00.000-03:002009-08-23T22:09:16.861-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />conduce a los nativos<br />santiguadores y mamíferos en letargo<br />por el túnel de avenida Cabildo<br /><br />devora el Ghoul un último reloj<br /><br />más allá del cemento<br />un muerto y<br />otro<br />animan<br />su prez<br />ante el altar<br />de la virgencita<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6983475504056157530?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-27517885873287641402009-08-22T21:19:00.007-03:002009-08-23T17:28:31.304-03:00<bt><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />debo rescatar el friso de Cronos<br /><br />idiota<br />ajada<br />me atrevo a desmentir la penumbra<br /><br /><br />y entonces entran los perros<br /><bt></bt></bt><br /><br /><br /><br /><bt><bt><br /><br /></bt></bt><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2751788587328764140?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-8170599010846502732009-08-07T15:10:00.008-03:002009-08-23T17:29:49.685-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">caen las piedras y después mi ojo<br />de su cuenco<br /><br />cuando llegan los buitres</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-817059901084650273?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-54368397660138902232009-05-09T19:28:00.003-03:002009-05-09T21:52:38.245-03:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" 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/><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" >Después de la cena la orden era dormir temprano. Tenebrosa siesta larga, el orden. Errábamos en la cocina iluminada los gatos y Mozart y Bergman y la mitología. Un mapamundi junto a la mesa a toda pared, el universo y la historia soleada del Mediterráneo, y en la radio Mimí y Madame B. y Turandot y Norma. Enemigas del olvido, la sugestión y la tristeza del puré con poca sal en inaceptable concierto. Y el encanto ambiguo de mi padre y su ópera, visceral, sin juicio, a la deriva.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> <br />De este paraíso no me extirpen, pensé sin éxito y fuera de clave; no arreen al dormitorio a la niña que incomoda y acata la escuela matutina y debe ser perfecta, a toda hora, a esta hora y todas las futuras -se había decretado-.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> <br />Ofrecía a Damiano de Piemonte lustrar sus zapatos para el otro día o para toda la semana, midiendo los actos y el camino. Él, satisfecho -nunca sabré si por mi cortesía filial o por el amor a Björling y a Tebaldi y a Callas y a Distéfano y a Gobbi- y cómplice, traía tantos como dictaba el avance de la transmisión, iguales, negros y marrones, jamás deformados por un pie de perfecto arco, acordonados y carísimos porque en el calzado no se ahorra, de su calidad depende la sonrisa. <br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> <br />Negociaba mis noches, indigente, un calco fatal de ésta.<br /><br /><br /> <br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5436839766013890223?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-38928951561332286382009-05-05T16:03:00.030-03:002009-08-23T17:31:17.509-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />el cíclope mira en su ombligo<br />la fortuna de otro ojo<br /><br /><br />-el relámpago<br />ha fraguado<br />descompone<br />la gala del verdugo-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3892895156133228638?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-52332933312774220332009-04-26T22:58:00.007-03:002009-04-26T23:55:14.291-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">La señora de los cinco perros vivía frente a la casa de mis padres, mi niñez.<br />Eunice dormía crece brilla con un Amstrong de la realeza británica, en Bernal. Suburbio provincial en Buenos Aires, calle arbolada, casa inglesa con listones verde oscuro, tejas color ladrillo y un laurel que hoy habitan otros.<br /><br />Eunice y su caballero inglés fueron mi modelo de paraíso. Escoltaban a cinco perros en una sala tapizada con maderas de oriente; desde el ecuador de cada recinto hasta el cielo, los cuadros que habían elegido para sus galas.<br /><br />Me llamaban para las tardes de ópera.<br />Era a mis diez años.<br />Eunice me miraba deliberadamente, ojos grises y ademanes de tormenta.<br /><br />Perseguí ese aire en la torre cada mañana, distante de mis padres.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5233293331277422033?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-38858666410991935352009-04-26T22:54:00.001-03:002009-04-26T22:54:43.881-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br />paso a paso olvidamos<br />el molto vivace, la sonrisa<br />humillada<br /><br />herrumbre el día,<br />las luces<br />que nunca alentó Rembrandt<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3885866641099193535?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-7507591233291510762009-04-11T21:04:00.031-03:002009-08-23T17:39:47.092-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Songe aux prècedéntes<br />Ils ont terni tout ce qu'ils ont compris.<br />Henri Michaux<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br />Alba torre o bruna alta:<br />solo, el émulo artesona la ley.<br /><br />Hembra contra varón: la madre<br />pastor<br />aniquila.<br /><br />Ni un cadáver<br />las hace humildes, reinas<br />-jaque luz-.<br /><br />Quiebre la siesta perdida<br />tu nuez.<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* Considerar los precedentes<br />Que han empañado todo lo que han entendido.<br />(H. Michaux)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-750759123329151076?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-87508546191416719722008-12-30T23:39:00.005-02:002009-08-23T18:26:38.286-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />aquí<br />el apacible veneno<br />no de Escocia ni de Bomarzo<br /><br /><br />aquí su aria<br />y la hoja de plata<br /><br /><br />no es aquí la estampa<br />la<br />perseverante dádiva<br />que prometía<br />con tu exactitud de agua<br /><br /><br />el sonido<br />no fue la voz<br /><br /><br />otra luna<br />atestigua en diciembre<br />la ceremonia<br />del laurel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8750854619141671972?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-43163209366436780612008-12-12T23:40:00.019-02:002009-08-23T18:28:26.754-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />se pudre<br />mi brazo<br /><br />cabello en danza teje<br />amarillos<br />tréboles<br /><br />no hubo la fronda<br />que ostenta en mi favor la ballesta<br /><br />mi lápiz y el pincel claudican<br /><br />no me rescata<br />tu elegancia<br />silenciosa<br /><br />las rodillas<br />vagan<br />trémulas<br /><br />dibujo lisiado<br />en contradanza y la risa<br /><br />otra luna<br />en diciembre atestigua<br />la ceremonia<br />del laurel<br /><br />su equívoca espesura<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4316320936643678061?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-8957453612943148392008-11-24T20:29:00.000-02:002008-11-24T20:30:57.266-02:00<br /><br /><br /><br />tu bosque de enebros<br />no la horca<br /><br />fallaste -no será<br />no es-<br />hondo aire luna<br />piedra que desdice<br />y dice<br /><br />jugué reina blanca y caí sin<br />muerte<br />a este caldero<br />invenerable<br /><br />ni siervo<br />ni espejo el río<br />o amarilla granada<br />que me eviscere al sol<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-895745361294314839?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-20444335697237693052008-11-21T23:19:00.001-02:002008-11-23T18:21:34.740-02:00<br /><br /><br /><br />usurpa<br />al bosque río amarillo<br />el canto las procesiones<br />después de Juana<br /><br />flamígera<br />traduce<br />cuidados troncos<br /><br />la pirámide sepulta el nombre<br /><br />grita Juana Juana calla la plebe<br />el verdugo<br />y todos<br />queríamos<br />silenciara<br />la tarde<br /><br />herencia medioval la carne<br />taco capitolino<br /><br />llevo una cruz equivocada<br /><br />no conozco a Juana si supiera<br />quién fue Juana<br /><br />he heredado<br />el caballo<br />pira encendida tálamo perfil a tajos<br /><br />si esta noche<br />se encendiera un leño<br />el río amarillo<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2044433569723769305?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-2443384559486397882008-10-19T01:59:00.004-02:002008-10-19T02:03:16.385-02:00<br /><br /><br /><br />En el bosque de álamos<br />negros<br />Perséfone<br />espera<br /><br />luna a luna<br /><br />el rapto<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-244338455948639788?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-31689353538046181132008-10-05T00:52:00.027-03:002008-10-10T17:53:27.564-03:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cpatricia%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> 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mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span> <div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3168935353804618113?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-37376089979903655872008-10-02T23:16:00.011-03:002008-10-03T23:39:26.603-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />Noches -así habló Aulo en griego-<br />que la serpiente<br />alumbra<br /><br />Se apaga la tarde ática<br /><br />Incendia tu sol<br />un hueco celeste<br />que no habitamos<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-3737608997990365587?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-46133513234934947802008-09-24T22:47:00.008-03:002008-09-25T17:02:09.307-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />admito la ficción:<br />he buscado un fruto púrpura<br /><br />sobrevive al desconcierto<br />la tiniebla la plaza<br /><br />en la torre los pájaros<br />cuando frágil<br />ha partido<br />la nave de Ulises<br /><br />hube urdimbre cerezo encajes<br />y en la alcoba otra la trama<br /><br />el gato espía el veneno<br />los demonios persiguen a la virtuosa<br />y mis corceles acuden<br /><br /><br />en la noche única de los tréboles<br />un hombre indaga mi lloro en el mar<br /><br /><br />púrpura en el sigilo su norte<br />la tempestad cae<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://patriciadamiano.blogspot.com/search/label/Damiano%20Patricia%20Texto%20incesante/">Texto original 2005</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4613351323493494780?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-78146756710236983052008-09-19T10:21:00.000-03:002008-09-19T10:22:14.742-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />La risa quedó en las paredes. Un talón<br />fue Estigia y el soplo la luz.<br />Saben de qué hablo:<br />de la cornisa<br />de la lluvia calva.<br /><br />Entrega una nuez; vuelca una hoja<br />blanca y hostil.<br /><br /><br /><br />Me he atardecido.<br />Una lira se ahogó en mis fuentes.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Texto original 18 de mayo de 2002<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-7814675671023698305?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-25182816312246258742008-09-13T23:33:00.007-03:002008-09-14T01:40:12.035-03:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>nada sabemos pero la noche<br />registra<br />el paso pequeño<br /><br />cruzo la cruz<br />cruzo la luz<br />un salón amarillo en la huella te desnudo te labro<br />desciendo crezco dormís bajo los ciruelos<br /><br />me rompo al día<br />y<br />los capiteles coronan<br />el cabello trenzado en las manos de tu<br />muérdago<br />triste<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2518281631224625874?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-27618866723775031452008-09-13T23:30:00.006-03:002008-09-15T22:57:39.670-03:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Saturno</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />no</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">yace</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />vencido</span><br /><br /><br />la espiga muere<br />certeza el aire sagrado<br />y fuego en Ceres fruto de la noche<br /><br />extirpa a sus monstruos<br />amarilla tierra<br />tu volcán<br />me dice<br />sí:<br />tu roca viva implora<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2761886672377503145?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-20452121549622454832008-09-13T23:28:00.002-03:002008-09-14T00:16:31.962-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />voy atada a un hueso<br /><br /><br />la poesía de salto<br />su colina feroz<br />ha sido negada al polvo<br /><br />a mi casa sin pared<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-2045212154962245483?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-52895317013150754092008-09-11T15:23:00.011-03:002009-08-23T18:32:37.497-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />un rezo come<br />mi espectro<br /><br />parece de la locura<br />reposo<br /><br />un rezo come de la urna el duende que dice<br />a los errantes<br /><br />es mármol callado<br />una trampa<br />para que te vistas<br />desvistas<br />plegaria blanca dolores<br />la luz el grito un ademán<br />de idiota<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5289531701315075409?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-69663338765682711922008-09-10T21:26:00.026-03:002008-09-11T15:35:26.863-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />duerme ancestro en su jardín<br />la herencia druida<br />un título<br />olvidable<br /><br />el harapo<br />maquilla<br />un rostro:<br />era camino el tablero su reino<br />las aguas de Ulises<br /><br />y luego<br />la torre<br />el lecho vedado<br />la incandescencia<br /><br />arabesco el pie blanco la cadena áurea<br /><br />cae seda abajo un hombro<br />podrido<br />el carcaj<br />y los escudos<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6966333876568271192?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-89001646846605637382008-09-07T22:37:00.019-03:002008-09-09T14:21:51.366-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /> <br />I</span> <br /> <br />es todo lo que prometía <br />la honda siesta <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> <br /> <br />II</span> <br /> <br />va mi pan <br />a la calle: <br /> <br />dispuse los restos <br />para prolijas mieses <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cpdamiano%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles 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mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III</span> <br /> <br /> <br />ellos ajustaron <br />a perpetuidad <br />el agosto extremo <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">IV</span> <br /> <br />verde el lago rojo hiere <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8900164684660563738?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-68074595742852212402008-09-04T17:26:00.000-03:002008-09-04T18:20:25.811-03:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /><br /><br /> <br />Aceptaré la antorcha. </div> <br /> <br /><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Arrasa, hombre encendido, <br />la pequeña luna <br />que me corroe. <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cpdamiano%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><br /><br /><br /> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-6807459574285221240?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-56724236042625147192008-08-30T21:11:00.014-03:002009-08-23T18:20:00.944-03:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />En la entrada más alta del pozo<br />tus despojos cuelgan del árbol<br /><br />No podrás vestir el suntuoso encaje, Lucifer<br /><br />Ríe río árbol nuevo<br />sin el atavío último<br /><br />No llores al suicida que<br /><br />cae<br />desnudo<br />de la rama<br />ni su estrépito<br /><br />ni la molesta sombra<br /><br />sucia mañana<br />que atormentaba el lecho<br /><br />Te despojo te desvisto te ultimo te descubro ruina<br /><br />Y ahora llueve<br />llueve<br />y tu noche es el árbol<br />crudo<br /><br />Tu noche, Lucifer, el atavío<br />de mi boda<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5672423604262514719?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-49036586271352979352008-08-24T23:43:00.011-03:002008-08-25T00:52:37.101-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />Asdrúbal o la frialdad de estilo<br />alimenta a un monstruo, no importa<br />el pacto púrpura<br /><br />un colibrí<br />acecha el futuro despojo<br /><br />el amo espera a los amigos<br />que advinieron su rodilla en ruego<br /><br />mi perro<br />tu cruel<br />caricia latigazo encendido<br />la ronda<br />cava<br /><br />-nunca has sabido de su formidable cielo<br />promesa del castillo uno-<br /><br />el hombre es como el hierro<br />soy el bastón de hierro<br /><br />has visto cómo danza mi torre y un alfil blanco<br /><br />el hombre es como el hierro<br />soy la defensa el hierro<br />si álgebra<br />llama a su cuerpo de Marte<br /><br />amarillo látigo<br />el jaque<br /><br />la senda<br />donde<br />emperatriz negra de oro griego<br />mi tobillo<br />desnudo<br />hechiza<br />a Aníbal<br /><br />la ley<br />ambiciona de arena<br /> la verde<br /> hoja<br />donde dormiremos<br />bajo<br />el<br />veneno<br />púrpura<br /><br />mi breve puñal<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-4903658627135297935?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-85496817973384610122008-08-22T10:58:00.002-03:002008-08-22T11:32:05.851-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br />I</span><br /><br />todo previsto:<br />escarpines blancos<br />letras uncidas atavío<br />sin encaje<br />doctorado en lenguas sajonas<br />recatada a mi hora<br />mirada<br />sin ungüento<br />el pincel del vaticinio<br />álgebra<br />vertical Spinoza el siglo<br />la razón<br />de todo<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />II</span><br /><br />hubo de sorprenderlos<br />adúltera<br />la última tarde<br /><br />y las rectas fueron soles<br />desiguales<br /><br />líquenes iridiscente<br />veneno<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III</span><br /><br />innumerable sueño<br />juraría<br />por Dafne<br />por Casandra que no miente<br />y Troya y la pared con mácula<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />IV</span><br /><br />es abolengo<br />un vestidito<br />de cumpleaños<br />y un teatro de títeres<br /><br />madre átomo<br />unigénita<br />sentencia<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />V</span><br /><br />diminutos<br />escorpiones<br />me escalan<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-8549681797338461012?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377585556906129552.post-56450878779501716062008-08-17T00:01:00.006-03:002008-08-17T01:14:53.795-03:00<br /><br /><br /><br />talante indetenible<br />persiguió<br />en su día<br />al que fue su caballo<br /><br /><br />hembra mortal<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://calamocurrent.blogspot.com">Calamo currente</a> Patricia Damiano, textos 2008-2010<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6377585556906129552-5645087877950171606?l=calamocurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Damianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050033407962723814noreply@blogger.com0