Contemporary World Literature Poetry from Cuba
By Dimarys Águila García
Dimarys Águila García, born on August 15, 1979 in Güira de Melena, Artemisa, Cuba, is a writer and poet. She is Press Correspondent for the Argosis International Information Agency, director of its Cultural Movement and director of the Editora Argos Iberoamericana, from the Argosis International Information Agency on the Web. She belongs to the José Martí Cultural Society. She was part of the Literary Workshop “Yugo and Estrellas” by Güira de Melena; founding member of the Literary Workshop of the Artemisaprovince; Professor of literary workshops; Manager of community projects; Coordinator in Cuba since 2019 of the Festival International Grito de mujer, where she participated in the 9th, 10th and 11th International Poetry and Art Festival “Grito de Mujer” (2019, 2020 and 2021). She was member of the jury of the National Contest of Décima Francisco Riverón, Cuba, 2021; representative in Havana Cuba of Latin American Poetic Art (APL); collaborator of the Chilean Es-Kupe Magazine, where she leads the column “Art and culture”. She has received prizes in literary workshop meetings; received the International Prize, Unique Prize “La Pluma de Oro de 14k”, which was presented by the President of the Latin American Academy of Modern Literature, Mr. Lucio Roberto Ramírez González, executive director of Escritores sin Fronteras, Editorial, Peru, and has received international reconnaissance. Her work has been translated into other languages and was worthy of being included among the best letters in the world, 2021. She participated in some national and international events. Her work appears in some anthologies in and outside the country. His books “Al Derecho y al Revés” – The secret of parks (Poetic Anthology) and ‘In four walls’ (erotic poetry) was published by Editorial Argos Iberoamérica, (2019 and 2020).
Funeral March
In this violin march
The music jumps
Under the sense of touch
Like floating ropes
Cross the edges of times
With silk threads and girl dreams
Between Do and Fa
Sol and Si
Like notes hanging
From a notebook
They sing chords of moons
While a girl play
To save the early mornings!
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Die like Pharaohs
Let me find your faithful mystery
Of pyramids and Pharaohs
Undress you on the more of so much gold
To able to taste the vessels
Of the flash of silver of sarcophagus
Let me resist the curses of the graves
That when opening them death spiders
The secret that rodents keeps
By the Scholl of eaten sand
Recline in my heart
About the afternoon
While Egypt die in white ibis
The city faithful temple of archers
Of restless of pauses in hieroglyph
And monolithic portrayals for Cleopatra!
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Grave
Damn earth!!
Why do you drink the water?
Let me quench my thirst.
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I only owe you thanks
Then Yahweh
Formed man of the dust
From the ground
And breathed into their nostrils
The breath of life
And there was man
With breath and life
Genesis 2, 7
Hidden behind my eyes a handkerchief
To dry my tears
Before they fall
They should not know
That a woman is weak
Nor should they see a lock mold
Sometimes I keep
Myself in the corners
Where I am
With the dust of my house
They we discovered
To be so related
When I was dust
And I owe you
Thank you
I discovered that I was born
Born from a rib
I offer my sex in the apple
And in the sustained groin of the male
The demons that
Inhabit it, predict me.
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