Poema: JAVIER HERAUD

Con este poema rendimos homenaje al poeta Javier Heraud, uno de los mejores representantes de la poesía peruana. Hace 50 años de su asesinato en el río Madre de Dios, cuando ingresaba en nuestro país, guiado por su sueño de justicia social. Hemos escogido el poema Javier Heraud escrito por Roger Bardales Benel en este acto de reconocimiento del poeta mártir, no sólo  porque Roger es un poeta chotano, sino porque consideramos que el poema de Roger es uno de los mejores escritos a Javier Heraud, quizá el más notable por su calidad, pues con una lógica impecable y valiéndose de sensibles, y por lo mismo, hermosísimas metáforas, configura el carácter emblemático, como poeta y luchador social, de Javier Heraud Pérez. Méritos de este poema que se explican porque en ambos, en Roger y Javier, existe una cualidad común: ambos —conforme a un principio proclamado por el filósofo Nietzsche— ponen su sangre en sus ideas. (Augusto RG)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JAVIER HERAUD PÉREZ  

RÓGER BARDALES BENEL

                                                                                                                                                                                                            JAVIER HERAUD

                                                                                                                                                                                                         Tu sangre derramada en el río
                                                                                                                                                                                                         pudiste derramarla en el camino,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         que gota a gota
                                                                                                                                                                                                         caída en el surco de tus versos,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         habrían brotado, en vez de rosas,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         machetes, bombas y fusiles.
                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                         Pero tu sangre en el río, Javier,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         no quedará en un recodo,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         como pararon tus pasos
                                                                                                                                                                                                         los que de un balazo te mataron.
                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                         Porque ahora eres libre,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         porque ahora eres río,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         y te irás por los campos,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         entrarás en los Andes,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         te irás en las nubes,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         vendrás con nosotros,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         encenderás corazones,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         se agitarán los pechos,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         y llegará la noche en dura jornada,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         se encenderá la aurora
                                                                                                                                                                                                         con destellos rojos,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         y escucharás el grito
                                                                                                                                                                                                         de tus hermanos campesinos,
                                                                                                                                                                                                         de tus hermanos obreros;
                                                                                                                                                                                                         de tus hermanos estudiantes;
                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                         ¡Revolución Javier!
                                                                                                                                                                                                         ¡Libertad Heraud!