Poética Murguera
Tabaré Cardozo
Murga Poetry
The voices of the clandestine muses
Hovering over the deepest dream,
Rebel against the poet on every corner
Where he settled for the world...
They rip off the almost gray buttons
From his exhausted, once white shirt.
They iron out the old scars,
From those withered hours that tear him apart.
They break his cane and bottle
So he gets angry and straightens up!
They chat in slang, with the stars
And a jasmine breeze rejuvenates...
He climbs onto the truck,
To chase the shed tears,
With his heart
On the verge of bursting into laughter.
To paint his face with flowers!
Stolen from the garden of memory...
To light up his soul with colors!
With the dresses of all his ex-girlfriends...
And under the spell of a murga,
Under the enchantment of dawn
Just like in the chat of the drunks
Mixing nostalgia with joy.
Crying in the inexplicable roar
Of a chorus of painted citizens.
Melancholy of the slums;
Irreverent poetry of the stage.
He lets himself be fascinated by the beauty
Of the rustic and grotesque counterpoint
And poverty starts enriching it
From the ancestral song of his own song.
To shout in the midst of the roar
Of street philosophy,
That awakened his dormant love,
The voice of the murga poetry.
