Masterbatting Females

IBAGUE IN FLOWER POET POET AND WRITER

JORGE LADINO GAITÁN BAYONNE

BIO-BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUMMARY

born in 1977 in Sogamoso (Boyacá-Colombia). Resident in Ibague (Tolima, Colombia) since 1989. Member of Research Group Literature Tolima of University of Tolima in Colombia where he is currently Fellow for graduate study. Aspiring doctor in literature the Pontifical Catholic University of Chile . co-author of Tolima Novel 1905-2005: bibliography and review (Ibagué: Atlas Publishing, 2008). He has published articles, features, reviews and stories in books, magazines and newspapers, besides the book of poems Rock Asylum (Bogotá: Universidad del Tolima, Universidad Nacional de Colombia, 2009 ) with which it was first finalist in the National Poetry Competition María Mercedes Carranza in 2006. speaker at the VIII Conference of Latin American Literature Andean (Jalla, 2008 ) in Santiago de Chile and Literature Fifth International Symposium: Memory and Imagination in Latin America and the Caribbean in Cusco (Peru, 2009). As a graduate honors degree in modern languages \u200b\u200b University of Tolima. First place in the National Award Chronicle Germain Santamaría category and university teachers in 2005. Contest finalist University VI National Poetry organized by Externado University of Colombia in the 2000.

Poems

Taken: Bayonne Gaitán, Jorge Ladino. Rock Asylum . Bogotá: Universidad del Tolima, Universidad Nacional de Colombia, 2009 .

CREDO DE HENDRIX

“And I come back to find the stars misplaced

and the smell of a world that has burned”

“Up from the skies”, Jimi Hendrix)

believe in hell I am,

denier of heaven and earth goodness.

I believe in the guitar, my only beef,

conceived by the grace of absence;

born where the rain weaves the horror,

suffered under the sun, lord of the Pilate

was asylum ghosts,

cloudy and banished,

down to the records,

the third cry worked his conviction;

is hung to the left of fear

-father all- spiteful

from thence he shall come to judge the memory and its silences.

I believe in the wound in time,

the sick church of my bones,

the communion of the rockers,

resentment of the dead,

the echo of my steps

and eternal punishment.

Amen.

ME FROM YOUR POR

"I'm going to throw the ninth floor,

I'll pulling for you "

(" Ninth B "Charly Garcia")

Some crazy flow like flutes,

scratch the stones voices:

"Blessed among all the vices

music make us for soñarnos angels! ".

smile and the air is full of instruments.

Someone plays piano on the tips of my eyelashes.

I threw the rest without hours.

Nine floors and I'm not dead.

city begins.

fleeing injuries among birds and songs.

The moon is eclipsed executioner.

always will be found,

in a bottle of whiskey or grandfather Beatles discs.