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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POEMA 1.<br />
Ese dulce pelo,<br />
Cual inocente y sencilla fragancia<br />
Robaba mi pensamiento<br />
Suavemente rozaba mi brazo contento,<br />
Me cuestiona quien yo soy y de donde vengo.<br />
Cual eterna primavera,<br />
Aún recuerdo,<br />
Me sonreía con su rostro lleno de mocedad.<br />
Su mirada picara y tenue<br />
Me reveló a la mujer que lleva dentro.<br />
A través de sus capaces labios delgados;<br />
La fantasía del resguardo de sus pechos;<br />
Entre la embriagante silueta de sus caderas,<br />
Que florecen en el capullo de su juventud,<br />
Aún recuerdo,<br />
Me debatía,<br />
En medio del ímpetu y la conciencia.<br />
¿Quién soy?<br />
¡Soy razón y no-pasión!<br />
No...Soy pasión amado por la razón.<br />
En estas oraciones no hay descontento.<br />
Simplemente, es El Aliento<br />
que me susurra su dulce enmienda.<br />
Pobreza, Castidad, Obediencia.<br />
POEMA 2.<br />
Once, I loved.<br />
Was it her smile<br />
Or her tender look<br />
With that wrinkle on her brow?<br />
All I know is that, once, I loved.<br />
Was it her voice<br />
And that unique sound<br />
Of anxiety when anger got<br />
The best of her?<br />
Or was it the beating of her heart<br />
And her short breathes as she<br />
Playfully battle my youthful guile?<br />
I don’t know, but, once, I loved.<br />
Was it the silhouette<br />
Of her hands, delicate but sturdy,<br />
With a long history of toile, yet<br />
Always ready to be my haven, my rest.<br />
Once, I could remember why I loved.<br />
I remember! It was the long nights<br />
Of careful watch over my weak body.<br />
It was the prayer she murmured in my ear<br />
and the words of blessing that alleviated my<br />
every fear.<br />
It was when she taught me the sign of the<br />
cross and in her perpetual covenant Christ<br />
became alive.<br />
I know why I love.
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