THE POET MISTERIOSO Borrasca SOLOMON

Taken from the daily El Mundo

"Latin America has had great poets, but none so intriguing and contradictory as Salomon Borrasca, who never achieved the literary criticism has done a profile, sometimes very romantic poems shows and other erotic stories that are very different to what lyrical poet. It is stated that had ties of friendship with the Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet and even that was one of his aides. He has never made public appearances and did not know their nationality nor whether Solomon Borrasca is his first name. A number of academics consulted by the media said who know his work and partly totally unaware that their biographical data "Cultural Journal Editorial El Mundo.

When it no longer loves me

When I no longer want and forget your hurt
I am back and cool as cold blanket
I care what the perfume that comes in the afternoon.
or let me remind you that in my empty bed.

When I no longer wants me life,
I care what the summer of heron flying,
that if it rains at night, what are long days.
What I care life when I no longer want.


Salomon Borrasca

BEFORE YOUR Volvo

Today, after so long come to play my door
it's raining on the street, crying to discover,
in trying to give me a kiss in my skin a little dry
that after waiting so I learned to live without you.

Olvidarte was not easy te busqué suffering with
in the leaves of my diary where I could not erase
that prints left in my very adentros marked
and phrases that you said did not know and appreciate.

Salomon Borrasca

that love yours


I ask that you forget daily
which I consider a friend,
I love to say that nobody dies
and I'm for being you.

Not again request that you forget
it is so delicious your contempt
Offensive letters that I write
made me love you until the bones.

Salomon Borrasca

SMELL OF absence

I'm afraid that one day at bedtime
receive your presence at my side,
that the phrases you say to mime
I do not feel empty bedroom.

If just the charm of your laughter
that every morning I awake,
I do not know love, how I face
the inevitable torment your absence.

Salomon Borrasca

Parties without me


When it's time to love my marcharte
forever kill my illusion of living
there will be no hot whom these arms so cold
that one day receive encouragement from you.

When the time comes, this bitter moment
not see the spark that inspired the love
Murmur not call for anything until then,
you should leave quietly and avoid pain.

Salomon Borrasca