Enrique Verástegui
Biographic Data
| ID | 976111 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Enrique Verástegui |
| GIVEN NAMES | Enrique |
| FAMILY NAME | Verástegui |
| SIGNATURE | VERÁSTEGUI E |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 9 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 9 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2011 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2011 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Synthesis / Dream
Synthesis / Dream* Enrique Verástegui To find God beyond solitude,searching on foot, having crossed history as if by night,to plant a rosebush above the sacred stone altar, an actionthat belongs to the world but not to eternity,the desperation of remaining here,in this world where we were thrown, to floweragainst the unreal, to specify what our hands produce,light flourishing in our hearts, time generating itselfin us now when, in order to reach …
Cañete
Si te quedas en mi país
Maitreya
If You Stay in my Country
If You Stay in my Country* Enrique Verástegui In my country poetry barkssweats pisses has dirty armpits.Poetry hangs out in whorehouseswrites songs dances watches itselfwith pleasure in the bathroom mirrorand it knows the sweet taste of lovein those little parks with wigsand moonlitbars.But in my country there are people who talk with their wine bottleson top of blue walls.And poetry rolls by holding your handin the same places that are not the p…
Yachay Hanay
Yachay Hanay* Enrique Verástegui 105. Every soul is aesthetic and all aesthetics is perfection.The works of the soul are as beautiful as a starry sky.A sky where sun and moon meet is the soulthat generates life. The road of the sky is the soul's perfection.Wherever there is no perfection, there is no soul.The soul's perfection prefigures the sky. 106. Every soul is perfection, and that perfection is One.The soul's sky is the exact image of the ce…
Maitreya
Maitreya* Enrique Verástegui I'm sitting here waiting for old age.I'm not thinking or doing anythinguntil another generation comesto blow the dust from what shines, the gilded books,mathematics,body, soul, universe,all this knowledge buried by anger,the gnosis that shows how the infinitecan be found in the finite,where the universe, truly, exists. I flowered more than anyone,but treachery befell me,leaving me bent like a flower,rusted and without…
Síntesis / Sueño
Cañete
Cañete* Enrique Verástegui In 1950, I still hadn't started wandering through Cañete,nor did my name appear on the post office box:my town was smaller than it is now, more colorful,and noisier: there was no pavement or electricity,water or sewers,and its fresh sky, painted better than one by Seurat,was the envy of anyone within a 1000 kilometers.In my little village there wasn't a single day without celebration:and the songs flourished as happily …
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Synthesis / Dream
Synthesis / Dream* Enrique Verástegui To find God beyond solitude,searching on foot, having crossed history as if by night,to plant a rosebush above the sacred stone altar, an actionthat belongs to the world but not to eternity,the desperation of remaining here,in this world where we were thrown, to floweragainst the unreal, to specify what our hands produce,light flourishing in our hearts, time generating itselfin us now when, in order to reach …
Cañete
Si te quedas en mi país
Maitreya
If You Stay in my Country
If You Stay in my Country* Enrique Verástegui In my country poetry barkssweats pisses has dirty armpits.Poetry hangs out in whorehouseswrites songs dances watches itselfwith pleasure in the bathroom mirrorand it knows the sweet taste of lovein those little parks with wigsand moonlitbars.But in my country there are people who talk with their wine bottleson top of blue walls.And poetry rolls by holding your handin the same places that are not the p…
Yachay Hanay
Yachay Hanay* Enrique Verástegui 105. Every soul is aesthetic and all aesthetics is perfection.The works of the soul are as beautiful as a starry sky.A sky where sun and moon meet is the soulthat generates life. The road of the sky is the soul's perfection.Wherever there is no perfection, there is no soul.The soul's perfection prefigures the sky. 106. Every soul is perfection, and that perfection is One.The soul's sky is the exact image of the ce…
Maitreya
Maitreya* Enrique Verástegui I'm sitting here waiting for old age.I'm not thinking or doing anythinguntil another generation comesto blow the dust from what shines, the gilded books,mathematics,body, soul, universe,all this knowledge buried by anger,the gnosis that shows how the infinitecan be found in the finite,where the universe, truly, exists. I flowered more than anyone,but treachery befell me,leaving me bent like a flower,rusted and without…
Síntesis / Sueño
Cañete
Cañete* Enrique Verástegui In 1950, I still hadn't started wandering through Cañete,nor did my name appear on the post office box:my town was smaller than it is now, more colorful,and noisier: there was no pavement or electricity,water or sewers,and its fresh sky, painted better than one by Seurat,was the envy of anyone within a 1000 kilometers.In my little village there wasn't a single day without celebration:and the songs flourished as happily …
Art (6 works) · Art history (5 works) · Humanities (4 works) · Philosophy (4 works) · Cultural and Social Studies in Latin America (3 works) · Chemistry (2 works) · History (2 works) · Literature (2 works) · Political and Social Dynamics in Chile and Latin America (2 works) · Psychology (2 works)