Whatsapp is the most widespread instant messaging system in the country. It has become a versatile tool with a wide range of applications. From transmitting short messages to stay updated on news from friends or family, to the possibility of send greetings remote birthday, its usefulness covers various aspects modern communication.
Although one of those messages might even be sweet poetrydedicated to a friend, lover or family member who we want to remind of the adoration we feel towards him.
One of the writers chosen to send the dedications to Whatsapp AND Mario Benedetti. Uruguayan and member of Generation 45, his literary works and poems have marked several generations.
His political positions forced him to do so go into exile, living in constant movement from one continent to another. In those years he wrote the best collections of poetry in his vast library.
Mario Benedetti’s short poems to dedicate via WhatsApp
1) I love you
Your hands are my caress/my daily ropes/I love you because your hands/work for justice.
If I love you it’s because you are/my love, my accomplice and everything/and on the street side by side/we are much more than two
Your eyes are my spell / against the bad day / I love you for your gaze / which looks and sows the future
your mouth which is yours and mine/your mouth is not wrong/I love you because your mouth/can scream rebellion
If I love you it’s because you are/my love, my accomplice and everything/and on the street side by side/we are much more than two
and for your sincere face/and your wandering step/and your tears for the world/because you are a people I love you
and because love is not an aura/nor even a candid morality/and because we are a couple/who knows if she’s not alone
I want you in my paradise/that is, in my country/people live happily/even if they don’t have permission
If I love you it’s because you are/my love, my accomplice and everything/and on the street side by side/we are much more than two.
2) States of mind
Sometimes I feel / like a poor hill / and other times like a mountain / with repeated peaks.
Sometimes I feel / like a cliff / and other times like a blue but distant sky.
Sometimes one is/a spring among the rocks/and other times a tree/with the last leaves./But today I just feel/like a sleepless lagoon/with a pier/no more boats/a green lagoon/still and patient/ according to its algae/its mosses and its fish,/serene in my trust/trusting that one afternoon/you will come closer and look at yourself,/you will look at yourself when you look at me.
3) Tactics and strategy
My tactic is / watch you / learn how you are / love you as you are
my tactic is/talk to you/and listen to you/build with words/an indestructible bridge
my tactic is/to stay in your memory/I don’t know how/nor do I know/with what pretext/but to stay in you
My tactic is/to be sincere/and know that you are sincere/and that we don’t sell/simulations/so that between the two of us/there are no curtains/no abyss.
my strategy is/instead/deeper and more/simple
My strategy is / that one day / I don’t know how / nor do I know / under what pretext / you will finally / need me.
4) Vice versa
I’m afraid to see you/I need to see you/I hope to see you/I’m sorry to see you
I want to find you/worry about finding you/certainties about finding you/poor doubts about finding you
I want to listen to you/joy to listen to you/good luck listening to you/and afraid to listen to you
that is/in summary/I’m screwed/and beaming
perhaps more the first/than the second/and also/vice versa.
5) When we were children
When we were children/old men were in their thirties/a puddle was an ocean/the plain of death and simple/did not exist.
Later, when the boys/old men were forty/a pond was an ocean/only death/a word.
Already when we got married / the elderly were in their fifties / a lake was an ocean / death was the death / of others.
Now veterans/we have already arrived at the truth/the ocean is finally the ocean/but death begins to be/ours.
6) Petting report
The caress is a language/if your caresses speak to me/I wouldn’t want them to be silent.
The caress is not a copy/of another distant caress/it is a new/almost always improved version.
It is the celebration of the skin/of caress while it lasts/and when it goes away it leaves/unprotected to lust.
The caresses of dreams/which are prodigies and enchantments/suffer from defects/have no tact.
As an adventure and an enigma/the caress begins first/becomes a caress.
It is clear that the most beautiful thing/is not the caress itself/but its continuation.
Source: Clarin
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