Winter at odd hours

POETRY

Publication year: 2017

Publisher: Hiperión

ABOUT THE BOOK

Winter at odd hours has won the XI 'Claudio Rodríguez' award. The overture is already amazing, says the poet Fermín Herrero: “I am the woman who remembers you and waits / naked / in the room of silence.” A collection of poems that is an untamed, visceral whirlwind about those situations in life that leave us frozen. A journey in which the voices of Antonio Gamoneda, Alejandra Pizarnik, Juan Gelman and Cernudiano's desire are evoked. Alternating between scenes and memories, the voice in first and second person, sometimes sad and melancholic; others, critical and effusive; Always dedicated, sensual, almost electric, she will not leave anyone indifferent.

Read an excerpt

ROOM OF SILENCE


I am the woman who remembers you and waits naked in the room of silence.

 

Ven:

cries between my legs,

Drink the pure water from the bowl of my hands.

I have been waiting for you for a long time; I have loved you even in losses.

 

Now come back:

let me speak to you with the softness of forgotten words,

close your eyes, I have also closed them to the world.

I will recognize your face with my hands, in the shadows, just like a blind man.

 

Comes back:

do not delay in old sutures,

the wind will erase the last traces of methylene blue.

I'm going to save you from everything

 

even from the fearsome needle of yourself.

ROOM OF SILENCE


I am the woman who remembers you and waits naked in the room of silence.

 

Ven:

cries between my legs,

Drink the pure water from the bowl of my hands.

I have been waiting for you for a long time; I have loved you even in losses.

 

Now come back:

let me speak to you with the softness of forgotten words,

close your eyes, I have also closed them to the world.

I will recognize your face with my hands, in the shadows, just like a blind man.

 

Comes back:

do not delay in old sutures,

the wind will erase the last traces of methylene blue.

I'm going to save you from everything

 

even from the fearsome needle of yourself.