{"id":30340,"date":"2018-09-24T00:01:27","date_gmt":"2018-09-23T22:01:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.presos.org.es\/?p=30340"},"modified":"2018-09-16T09:56:26","modified_gmt":"2018-09-16T07:56:26","slug":"poemas-obreros-de-pepe-balmon-ii-de-iii-cuatro-esquinitas-tiene-mi-cama","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.presos.org.es\/index.php\/2018\/09\/24\/poemas-obreros-de-pepe-balmon-ii-de-iii-cuatro-esquinitas-tiene-mi-cama\/","title":{"rendered":"Poemas obreros de Pepe Balm\u00f3n desde diferentes c\u00e1rceles (II de III), ‘cuatro esquinitas tiene mi cama’…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dibujo. (desde la reja de una celda, una mano con un pa\u00f1uelo rojo y la otra con el pu\u00f1o cerrado).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Arte en la c\u00e1rcel: Pepe Balm\u00f3n<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Algunos de sus poemas obreros, desde las muy diversas c\u00e1rceles en que estuvo (II de III)<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Conjunto de 16 poemas rescatados de documentaci\u00f3n por X.L.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

-FELICIDADES<\/b><\/u><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Un mar de caracolas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

te ha dado el nombre,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

lo trajeron las olas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

envuelto en flores.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Viniste del Amor,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de la ternura,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de la Sierra Morena,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

del olivo y las uvas.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Viste la luz <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

cuando la primavera,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

como la flor de almendro,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

cuando el campo se alegra.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Con cabeza de sabio<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

con el alma serena,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

con tu risa de alondra<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y cuerpo de sirena.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hoy cumples ocho a\u00f1os,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Felicidades…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Quisiera estar contigo<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

para abrazarte.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Llegar\u00e1 un d\u00eda<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

en que ni\u00f1os y padres<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

cantar\u00e1n de alegr\u00eda<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

sin ricos y sin hambre.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Si estudias y trabajas,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

si eres buena y constante, <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

si amas a los dem\u00e1s:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Felicidades.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A mi hija, en su 8\u00ba cumplea\u00f1os.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prisi\u00f3n de Soria<\/span>, 1979.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

-D\u00cdA DE LA MADRE <\/b><\/u><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Madre de mis hijos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

hijos de mi amor,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

amor de mi vida,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

vida que quisiera<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

vivir con mi amor,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

pero no me dejan.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Este amor inmenso<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

vive y crece en pena,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que a mi coraz\u00f3n<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

han puesto cadenas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

quienes al Amor<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

oponen la guerra.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Madre de mis hijos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

hijos de mi amor,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

si lucho y si muero,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

es porque el Amor<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

inunde la tierra<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

donde viv\u00e1is Vos.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prisi\u00f3n de Soria<\/span>, 1980<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dibujo. (por la ventana enrejada de una c\u00e1rcel, una mano saca una bandera de la Rep\u00fablica Popular).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

-MI CAMA<\/u><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cuatro esquinitas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tiene mi cama,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

toda de acero<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

somier de chapa.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dos viejas mantas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mugre en la almohada,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

colch\u00f3n de chinches<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

s\u00e1banas, nada,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

duermo vestido<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

porque me helaba…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cuatro esquinitas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tiene mi cama,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y entre barrotes <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

est\u00e1 instalada.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Muchos guardianes<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

velan mi sue\u00f1o,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

yo, a duermevela,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

me marcho lejos:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Tiempos futuros,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

risas y besos.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Penal Puerto de Sta. Mar\u00eda<\/span>, 1980 <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

-LA F\u00c1BRICA<\/b><\/u><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Giran las ruedas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

rugen los motores,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y las sirenas rasgan<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el manto de la noche que se escapa…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se han abierto las fauces<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que engullen a la sangre renovada<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y expulsan a los hombres vencidos de cansancio…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prosigue el ciclo<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

productivo y sangriento…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Giran las ruedas,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

rugen los motores,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

los electrones vuelan d\u00f3cilmente;<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se funden los metales,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se domina el acero…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La t\u00e9cnica precisa,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la m\u00e1quina perfecta,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el cerebro electr\u00f3nico,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el c\u00e1lculo exhaustivo,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se han dado cita en cada piececilla,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

en cada movimiento del obrero…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Organizaci\u00f3n. Ritmo. Cron\u00f3metros. Econom\u00eda…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a1Producci\u00f3n! \u00a1Producci\u00f3n! \u00a1Producci\u00f3n!<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Aceleraci\u00f3n continua…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Explotaci\u00f3n desnuda y calculada.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Giran las ruedas,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

rugen los motores,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

gritan los corazones en silencio…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se conoce la ciencia y la materia.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se asimilan el m\u00e9todo y el orden.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se est\u00e1 forjando una nueva conciencia.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se acumula la fuerza proletaria.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Se madura el programa de clase…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Minuto a minuto.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sudor a sudor.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hombro con hombro…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

prosigue el ciclo productivo<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de Revolucionarios.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La F\u00e1brica<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

es una fortaleza<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que resiste y combate.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prisi\u00f3n de Soria<\/span>, 1985<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Foto. Pepe Balm\u00f3n.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

-REINOSA<\/b><\/u><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Felipe tiene en la mano<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

un pu\u00f1al y no una rosa<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

para desangrar las venas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de la Espa\u00f1a laboriosa;<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

pero en su negro camino<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se le ha cruzado Reinosa<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que ha levantado su pu\u00f1o<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

altanera y orgullosa.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La guardia civil avanza<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

vestida de calavera,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

cientos de guardiaciviles<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ansiosos de sangre obrera:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El Pueblo contra las balas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

con manos, u\u00f1as y dientes,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la Vida y la Libertad<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

contra el terror y la muerte.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Madre, c\u00f3mo cantar\u00eda<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

si viviera Garc\u00eda Lorca,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

viendo a la guardia civil<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

arrastrando su deshonra:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

prisionera y desarmada<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

por las calles de Reinosa<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y entre un mar de barricadas<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

va llorando su derrota…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a1Obreros de toda Espa\u00f1a,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

hay que seguir el ejemplo!<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hay que vengar en la lucha<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la sangre de nuestros muertos,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

hay que conquistar el pan<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y la libertad del Pueblo…<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a1Reinosa marca el camino,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

a la calle, Compa\u00f1eros!<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prisi\u00f3n de Daroca<\/span>, 1987<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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