{"id":6973,"date":"2020-04-05T16:58:59","date_gmt":"2020-04-05T15:58:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.avui.cat\/jaumepubill\/?p=6973"},"modified":"2020-04-05T17:00:36","modified_gmt":"2020-04-05T16:00:36","slug":"confinats-amb-poesia-luis-eduardo-aute","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.avui.cat\/jaumepubill\/2020\/04\/05\/confinats-amb-poesia-luis-eduardo-aute\/","title":{"rendered":"CONFINATS AMB POESIA: LU\u00cdS EDUARDO AUTE"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ens acaba de deixar<\/span>\u00a0<\/b>Luis Eduardo Aute,<\/b><\/span> m\u00fasic, poeta, pintor, escultor, director de cine… Una persona amb una vida polifac\u00e8tica intensa i molt interessant.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Va n\u00e0ixer a Manila, de pare catal\u00e0 i mare filipina, per\u00f2 quan tenia 11 anys la seva fam\u00edlia es va traslladar a Barcelona i posteriorment a Madrid, on va viure la resta de la seva vida.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Era un creador; un home obert a tot i a tots. Aute ens ha deixat en plena pand\u00e8mia i no l’han pogut acomiadar com es mereixia. Per\u00f2 potser \u00e9s com ell hauria volgut. Els que el coneixien de prop diuen que era un home discret, nonest, senzill i proper. Va escriure i cantar sempre amb molta valentia.<\/span><\/span><\/span>Parlava <\/span>tagal, angl\u00e8s, <\/span>castell\u00e0, catal\u00e0, <\/span>itali\u00e0 i f<\/span>ranc\u00e8s.Heus ac\u00ed una petita mostra de la seva poesia:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

EL CEMENTERIO<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Recuerdo una vez<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que, viajando en un tren,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

en mi vag\u00f3n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se encontraban una madre<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y su hijo<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de cinco o seis a\u00f1os.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Al pasar por el cementerio<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de un pueblo, recuerdo<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

haber escuchado<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

al ni\u00f1o<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

preguntar<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

a su madre:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

-\u00bfVerdad que los cementerios<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

es donde<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

viven los muertos?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y su madre que le\u00eda<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

una revista gr\u00e1fica<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

respondi\u00f3 afirmativamente<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mientras que por la ventanilla<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

del vag\u00f3n se empezaba<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

a divisar<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el pueblo<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

donde seguramente<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mueren los vivos.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Un estert\u00f3rico olor a crisantemos.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

————————————————————————————-<\/p>\n

L<\/strong><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span>A BELLEZA<\/strong><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00ab<\/span><\/span><\/span>Este mundo nunca se pens\u00f3 para alguien tan bello como t\u00fa.<\/em><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span>\u00bb<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

De la canci\u00f3n \u201cVincent\u201d de Don McLean<\/em><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Enemigo de la guerra<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y su reverso, la medalla,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

no propuse otra batalla<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que librar al coraz\u00f3n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de ponerse cuerpo a tierra<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

bajo el paso de una historia<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que iba a alzar hasta la gloria<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el poder de la raz\u00f3n\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y ahora que ya no hay trincheras<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el combate es la escalera<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y el que trepe a lo m\u00e1s alto<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

pondr\u00e1 a salvo su cabeza<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

aunque se hunda en el asfalto,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la Belleza\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

M\u00edralos como reptiles,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

al acecho de la presa,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

negociando en cada mesa<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

maquillajes de ocasi\u00f3n,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

siguen todos los ra\u00edles<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que conduzcan a la cumbre,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

locos por que nos deslumbre<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

su par\u00e1sita ambici\u00f3n.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Antes iban de profetas<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y ahora el \u00e9xito es su meta, mercaderes, traficantes,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mas que n\u00e1usea dan tristeza,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

no rozaron ni un instante<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la Belleza\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y me hablaron de futuros fraternales, solidarios,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

donde todo lo falsario<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

acabar\u00eda en el pil\u00f3n.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y ahora que se cae el muro<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ya no somos tan iguales,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tanto vendes, tanto vales,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a1viva la revoluci\u00f3n! Reivindico el espejismo<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de intentar ser uno mismo,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ese viaje hacia la nada<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que consiste en la certeza<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de encontrar en tu mirada<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la Belleza\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

—————————————————————————————–<\/p>\n

LIBERTAD<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y van pasando los a\u00f1os
\nY al fin la vida no puede ser
\nS\u00f3lo un tiempo que hay que recorrer
\nA trav\u00e9s del dolor y el placer;
\nQui\u00e9n nos compuso el enga\u00f1o
\nDe que existir es apostar a no perder.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Vivir es m\u00e1s que un derecho,
\nEs el deber de no claudicar
\nEl mandato de reflexionar
\nQu\u00e9 es nacer, qu\u00e9 es morir, qu\u00e9 es amar.
\nEl hombre, por qu\u00e9 est\u00e1 hecho
\nY qu\u00e9 eres t\u00fa, libertad,
\nLibertad, libertad, libertad.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La idea no es razonable,
\nTampoco el verbo fundamental;
\n\u00bfEs el alma principio o final,
\nO armon\u00eda del bien frente al mal?
\nQu\u00e9 es el amor insondable
\nQue empuja al cuerpo a ser inc\u00f3gnita
\nInmortal.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El siglo est\u00e1 agonizando
\nY el testamento que va a dejar
\nEs un orden que quiere ocultar
\nEl preciso comp\u00e1s del azar;
\nA qu\u00e9 seguir respirando
\nSi no est\u00e1s t\u00fa, libertad,
\nLibertad, libertad, libertad.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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