Contemporary World Literature Poetry from Mexico
By Angel Acecam Cloneoser
Angel Acecam Cloneoser, is a Mexican writer born in the municipality of Nicolás Romero, State of Mexico in March 1985. He considers himself a milestone buried deep in his land.
Angel has a degree in administration; his texts mainly deal with death, loneliness and heartbreak. His poetry has been published in the Mexican magazines Nocturnario, Monolito, Engarce, Poetómanos, Ibídem, Letrantes, Primera Página, Collhibri, Tintasangre, Perro de la Calle, Elementum and Letras Rebeldes, as well as in publications from Argentina, Guatemala, Colombia, Portugal, Spain, the United States, Bolivia, Peru, Chile and Ecuador. Currently, he is studying the masters in educational technology.
Medusa
Between the hells of my loneliness
You usually hide,
Appeasing my desire to call you
Oblivion seduces me and sneaks between
Got damn,
Where did you learn to play like this?
I feel faint
Tied to the dying fate
That erases my footprints
Of your
White skin,
You look behind Satan
Your dirty wishes become is
In my painful reality,
I will die! You smile taking him by the hand
While my cherubs try to lift me up
From my dying bed,
Did you hear my prayers?
Hundreds of little birds
They wove a bed for my soul
With moss and ocochal
So that he sleeps in the softness
Of your complacencies,
So I won’t get to hades
Precipitated by your lack of love,
In the dawn the roosters will sing
My farewell, like a hymn
That are sounds like a natural regret of the
Land that hungry my body awaits,
Dust floods the tears of my relatives
How much haggard are the memories and fire
Those ask truce to time,
Wood and glass adorn
My farewell to the room
Of my bones,
Dirty failed attempts
For returning to me the genesis
That beats in my grave,
You live among them
Jellyfish of my eternal loneliness
And you hide to kill me.
Silente (Silence)
May your silence kiss your lips
With the sweet flavor of their anonymous,
May a cold winter wind burn your skin,
May your bitter destiny
Bring you to the forgetfulness
That inhabits medusa with honey
What does exile taste like?
You hide your lovers
In the dark face of your soul
That is approaching hell,
You tasted the pieces that a god
I left in your bedroom
After your death
And that’s how you satiated
Your atrocious hunger,
You made ashes to the mourners of nirvana
That dwelt near your pupils
And you could not mourn your tragedy,
A tornado of harmless demons
They will take them to the desert
Of your revenge to lock them up
Eternally
Big liar,
You fool the angels
That rest on your hair
And you tie their wings with them
To hand them over to the executioners
That devours them in a hurry
You will reap the fruits
Of the apocalypse where
Your loneliness will be a mattress
In the long insomnia
Of bloody tears,
Let your soul cry,
And after a decade
You will take them to the warehouse
By chance
With roots of bitterness,
And there, they will become seeds
Of great torment,
To be sown in your body,
That you will germinate between statues
And bees,
With your immense cry,
To agonize in that desert,
That desert will be your graveyard.
Raiz (Root)
I am a child of this land,
This one that was born of a snake,
Devoured by a golden eagle,
What is the navel of the moon
For eternity!
I am the fruit of her womb
That stretches across the continent,
I am aroma,
Food
And ornament,
I am coa,
Vunta and plow,
I am a cornfield,
And grass.
I am groove,
Weed and heap,
I am sowing,
And troje.
I am cane,
Kills and spikes,
I am chaff
Canvas
And picker
I am a farmer
Day laborer and farmer,
I am corn,
Mass
And atole
I am nixtamal
Omelette and offering,
I am a child of the sun
With earth blood
I am corn, the root of your offspring.
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