BETWEEN LOVE & OTRAS CHINGADERAS
… is a collection of prose, poems and short stories. The product of the past five years—from the green mountains of Chiapas, Mexico to the dusty streets of (Tabarre) Port-Au-Prince and the irreverence that the Spirit of God has planted in his heart—put into the limits of words. Love, just as the iconic Mexican word, chigadera, is versatile, creative, life giving. The life that emanates out of love makes you radically unapologetic, irrational as to the healing power that it brings. Hence, the binary of life is undomesticated love, tenderness in private and justice in the public realm.
… is a collection of prose, poems and short stories. The product of the past five years—from the green mountains of Chiapas, Mexico to the dusty streets of (Tabarre) Port-Au-Prince and the irreverence that the Spirit of God has planted in his heart—put into the limits of words. Love, just as the iconic Mexican word, chigadera, is versatile, creative, life giving. The life that emanates out of love makes you radically unapologetic, irrational as to the healing power that it brings. Hence, the binary of life is undomesticated love, tenderness in private and justice in the public realm.
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PERCEPCIÓN<br />
Hasta los 17 le temía al espejo.<br />
En el miré mi nariz ancha, mi oscura piel,<br />
Mí sobre-peso y años de auto rechazo interno.<br />
Él acentuó la repulsión de aquella<br />
Que por su inseguridad me ignoró.<br />
Ese espejo, brutal enemigo,<br />
Me denigraba, me amenazaba.<br />
Me enseño a sabotearme romances,<br />
Amistades y trozos de felicidad.<br />
Hasta que, una noche,<br />
A punto de quebrarle,<br />
Me enseño a ver mis ojos,<br />
Reconocí mí mirada,<br />
Me hablé, por primera vez,<br />
Me abrasé, me consolé,<br />
Le partí la madre a mi percepción,<br />
Y desde entonces, ya no le temo al espejo.<br />
!FELIZ CUMPLE NIÑITO DIOS!<br />
!Feliz cumple Niñito Dios!<br />
te trajimos velas, dulces y piñatas,<br />
y de pasada también nos<br />
endeudamos en elektra y coppel.<br />
Pero, no te preocupes por eso,<br />
ya tenemos donde empeñar hasta el alma,<br />
las escrituras de la parcela, y el televisor plasma<br />
con el que nos endeudamos el año pasado.<br />
Mira que si nos sale caro el cumpleañitos, he.<br />
Pero no hay problema,<br />
por que ya en la radio todos juntos te<br />
cantaremos:<br />
!Haaaay-wanna-wisssyyuuu-aaa-meeryy-<br />
Crismasss!<br />
!Feliz cumple Niñito Dios!<br />
¡ADIOS CUERNAVACA!<br />
La niña corre…<br />
La vida Florece.<br />
El vendedor anuncia….<br />
la vida Florece.<br />
Los enamorados se besan…<br />
La vida Florece.<br />
Yo observo, siento, escucho; la vida me<br />
absorbe y me ensena a florecer.<br />
TRAYVON MARTYR<br />
Trayvon, Trayvon, not the first nor the<br />
last…<br />
Zimmerman, Zimmerman, not the first<br />
nor the last…<br />
disappointment, rage, not the first nor<br />
the last…<br />
we need more breaths committed to<br />
loving-justice,<br />
may today we re-commit and not give up.
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