I found a mask, an abandoned mask, all dirty, battered, and I decided to take her home, clean it, fix it.
[author title=”Ramina Herrera Arteaga” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Ramina-Peru-Sindh-Courier-2.jpg”]Ramina Herrera Arteaga, born in Luya, Amazonas, Peru in 1979, is a Business Administrator by profession. She graduated from the National University of Trujillo. Her poetry “Memories of Unborn” was published online by the magazine “Voices” of Spain. In 2006 it was included in the anthology “Caminos de Poesía” (Editorial Fund of the Provincial Municipality of Cajamarca. She has been awarded many prestigious recognition for her writing.[/author]
Another Face
I found a mask
An abandoned mask
All dirty
Battered
And I decided to take her home
Clean it
Fix it
And then I left her
In the same place
To be found
For someone who connects with his soul.
I abandoned her
It’s true, I don’t deny it
And I don’t explain myself
How did it come back to me
If neither the face nor the steps I returned,
Puzzled I looked
Because it reflected a bad memory
Souvenir similar to the mask
That they carved on my face
At the tip of a loud voice
And stitching my words!
Today I bumped into
On the wall with her
After long years
To ignore her
Glowed
Smiled
And remember
What was I
That, in that dirty street, he left her,
But minutes later
In my bag, it appeared.
Time passed
And I understood
That nothing was a coincidence
Just causality
The mask found me
To understand
To heal
Transcend
Forgive
And maybe
Love again …
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ALIUS FACIES (Latin)
Encontré una máscara
una máscara abandonada
toda sucia
maltratada
y decidí llevármela a casa
limpiarla
arreglarla
y luego la dejé
en el mismo lugar
para ser encontrada
por alguien que conecte con su alma.
La abandoné
es cierto, no lo niego
y no me explico
cómo regresó a mi
si ni el rostro, ni los pasos volví,
perpleja miré
pues reflejaba un mal recuerdo
recuerdo similar a la máscara
que tallaron en mi cara
a punta de voz alta
y cosiéndome las palabras.
Hoy me topé
en la pared con ella
tras largos años
de ignorarla
resplandecía
sonreía
y recordé
que fui yo
que, en aquella calle sucia, la dejó,
pero minutos después
en mi bolso apareció.
Pasó el tiempo
y comprendí
que nada fue casualidad
tan solo causalidad
la máscara me encontró
para entender
para sanar
trascender
perdonar
y quizás
amar otra vez …
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