let’s talk about poetry or football
we’re really going to do for a little while
so poetry and football do not
they are so separated that there is no such thing as
wedge between them trying to
increasingly separate football and
art
I am a soccer player and I am a poet
I am a footballer and came to football in
blood in the veins in the heart and in
all those places where we usually
deposit the feelings as well as
also the dancers have their feet
Masons have hardened hands
hard
the taxi drivers have their backs very
Fucked, we have our knees
tied with wires and muscles
tired to deflate but in addition to
the cases of the feet of the gutters and
of the deformity of our habits and
of our own body
we also suffer the avatars of the game
the misery
I am one of those on foot of what we play
by 13 thousand pesos per month sauteed it
that we play on hard courts where
our ankles suffer and our
knees which is what the end and the
we play out of the locker room with a shower
alone for 30 naked men in a
small room two by two
sometimes that fight also cools and I’m
poet and I write poetry
maybe in me and therefore they are not
only in me because around me there is
30 since I’m 45 years old those 30 that
they coexist that they are in the daily life and
that are from different neighborhoods
different latitudes and different
realities and that we have only one dream
that is the only dream in which he created
win the weekend
make a goal although that touches me little
maybe it was the first meeting between me
life of footballer and art
that book at age 21 called no
all fingers are prehensile loaded with
a neo-baroque poetry inspired by
perlongher who was in the bondi with a
soccer player towards the
training or who traveled to the table
of light from a soccer player and that
was praised perhaps before sleeping or
that he found in a public of a cycle
of poetry to four or five players
football they were listening to their
companion
maybe that was the first real encounter
between my life or within my life between
soccer and poetry or between the
soccer and art or between the shirts
and the verses or between the cars
flowers and pages
from there it was being they were
passing the books and they were passing
shirts and sweat was going on in
long hill fc for example your program
radio I said I’m going to do all day
reached throughout having a program
radio
maybe the radio has that strength
necessary that has nothing to do with
writing poetry has to do with the
creativity or at least with looking for
the explanation to things out there the
art works in football as in
so many other systems as rigid as
a window to the everyday to take the
window of the everyday open the
windows sticking their heads out the window
of the everyday and return to football
our every day with the
transposed sensibility
after a pilgrimage out there by
America for books and for
Tshirts
I went back to montevideo to play with jazz
to old and dear and assa and maybe it was
there another new more melted encounter
between poetry the art
football and shirts and colors
a book that we published that was called
will kiss like you know with a great friend the
duck hidalgo that was an epistolary book
of weekly letters throughout the
tournament that lasted almost a year
those weekly letters where he described
the matches that we have been playing the end
with the orange were read
later in the week on the layout or on
the wardrobe to prepare the next
match
that’s how a book was built
collective form
as a team, we live
she was after a time where the
things melted once and for all
and it was at that moment that I went back to my
dear miramar missions the place where
I grew up and where to live adolescence where
I learned to bond where I forged my
first personality issues
my first features those traits
teenager that to this day
they are as intrinsic in what we are
those friends who are for life and
that after all are the real
wealth are the fortune are the millions
that I have
I looked again with that pilgrimage
up x and somehow melt a
once for all at the same time that it was born of
some way paper ball
then we said well neighborhood culture
let’s do not have a handle the
first practice that I got from
miramar missions that I had been taking
selfish warning my partner
I go back to my club
I go back to my house nobody cared not
there was press waiting for me there was nobody
in the locker room was a non – stop
we deliver more do not pay us the
conditions are deplorable we do not have
nor a vision of being paid in
some time we have more I
I adhered I was dying for the coach
Maria stood up and proposed a meal in
home let’s make a meal at home
barbarian and then that window
why take your head towards art and
bring her back to the world me
allowed to raise self-management
let us manage ourselves
own conditions that is not only
miramar missions that do not give them is 70%
of the Uruguayan football clubs that
they do not give it therefore it is 70% of the
players who live in misery
in misery in misery
we are then I proposed again the
radio like that missing link and that
we go down to enter another type of
reality where it communicates where it
talk to a lot of people that neither
we even see the faces or hear their
voice and it was radio pedal
perhaps an example would say maradona the
examples are at home but maybe
seas and radio peace an example of
self-management and militancy and producer
radial
then there we went and we forged good
with the cinema that was a radio show
that lasted for a whole year yet
when he was already expelled from the club and
It was there that we spread a first
touch in the canteen to miramar missions
where he played the mandrake wolf organized
and produced by soccer players
we were football players
making daiquiri sausages to punk and
trying to make the musician feel
well and that the sound are now fine and
that the tickets will be charged in time
And form
then it was the start let’s say what
allowed me and together with other colleagues
say let’s do that in the canteen
let’s see what happens with the culture
entering a field completely
soccer fan
founded in the neighborhood for the neighborhood
from the neighborhood
let’s do it then the culture of
neighborhood happens to be the cantina that bitch of
miramar missions and in the team there were
a program where the
things of the apu here and there they were
interviews with your colleagues and
they talked about identity and they talk about
membership
maybe it was at that time as a
connection of those astral between one and
another and there came paper ball
then we decided to travel to buenos aires
to the air book fair the presentation
of the paper ball book because because
we could do a radio program
why why we could do touches
because because we encourage ourselves to do something
more to remove the body completely by the
art window and it was paper ball
a book of stories written by
soccer players a woven net
easily between soccer players
we spoke the same language we went in the
stratosphere that we play in the
champions league or on the plane where
be
we talk about the same thing we know the same
we have done the same race we are
graduates in this then aimar said
I’m going to write a story well
so now everything is much easier
the Bermúdez boss said me too
I’m going to write a short story
Fernandez said I wrote a story
how not if we are friends and javier
Mascherano said I also write a
story to this is the literature carefully
dear and the wall
I received emails from my
Mascherano telling me how his
story
then I was not an ac player
a soccer player and the way more
visual in which joseph I think that art
and football melted
beyond this book is an object
that anyone can have it
was this this day we did not even
we state for the lack of payments for
the horrible courts in which we play
for those changing rooms where we
we walk naked dead of cold and that
we have a barely a shower for 30
it was not why it was not even because
that court had been enlarged by one meter
with pedregullo to be worth
It was not that we did not get to take or
even a lunch
then I think about leaving
directly from the field, get on the
bondi to return the answer was
negative the player wants to play at
football is fine I only understand
then I said I’m going to cover my eyes
why
man manifests that he is in
this earth and does not explain why not
It goes without saying that I feel ashamed
It goes without saying that there are people who do not
is wanting to see
Needless to say, it’s us
the ones we are not wanting to see
what is happening
when I wanted to agree they had put
until the substitutes and from there
leadership and coaching us
it fell up like with a bombardment that
the vanguard is like that son of charly
García and these avant-garde
I’m explaining valence but this is a
visual performance
what is the problem with this this is
an artistic expression or not they
they attended however we continue
step forward rarer write
poetry and playing soccer
a weirder step have a program
radio cast today led by players
of soccer one more step
it’s weird to have a cultural canteen from
the neighborhood for the neighborhood where
circulated 100 150 people fans
friends football players one more step
until we arrived one day and the canteen
it was closed with locks the culture
closes with padlocks
however we still had to go from
my dear miramar missions
but here it never goes away and it gives neither
and we went to the Spanish village because
because the costumes are a portion of the
neighborhood and if I managed to transcend with
poetry the ears of the neighborhood
then poetry really is
coming to places where suddenly not
get to visit making the wardrobe
then I’m getting to that piece of
neighborhood that they inhabit in a field of
football
marked with stones destiny go
the cord is decided
a cloth that in the corner is fucked
double cars pulling thin
if they follow the paths for mess scrapes
Fluorescents and colds play until the
night if possible there is always one in
the neighborhood that is fearsome
Then step on you to choose the best
is to come
I want chirola and al martín erazo quote
O’Neal fabián shirts and mouth
of the bag inter de milán and san lorenzo
this stadium is immense chewing gum
Fats dogs missed and true
old woman who always complains
my old woman in my house because the lentils
cured the hen against the bars more
of a thousand balls on the tiles
my old watchman from the corner goes up the
screaming and adrenaline a tribe ni
is with three mines accelerates the cuore
access the rhymes on my shirt
he kept the memory of when we played
for the soda my scars speak
when I lose when I won river verse to
verse to verse to verse 100 more shirts
of a thousand parties on the street appointment or in the
vacant more than a thousand stories more than
a thousand friends
it does not matter anymore if you’re
with me hen ball globa
He sang the songs that my heart
he steals made of laments and jokes and went
That is a fan and play with me
There are those who win us if I play my brother
it’s a sure goal if you’re ready to
Milk does it in a hurry
thank you famous colleagues on my skin
thanks for the sweat
thanks for yesterday I hear the stories of
the radio that was not the curtain so much
fly
[Applause]
[Music]
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