Existential Sunset – Poetry from Peru
Ramina Herrera Arteaga, a poetess from Latin American country, the land of ancient civilization, shares her three poems
I die every day with the cross that I carry inside, and it is the greatest stupidity that I commit.
Existential Sunset
Dusk,
And near the river
I breathe in its noisy flow,
Little water,
But enough to scream its mysteries
To cast light shines straight to the heart
To heal human confusions
Silly confusions that consume the soul
As if that solves
The dilemma that obstructs your consciousness!
I waste so much time thinking
The way how to solve
I die every day with the cross that I carry inside
And it is the greatest stupidity that I commit,
Well, I can do nothing
Without the blessing of the Architect,
I want to internalize
The Release and Trust lifestyle
Since in his grace and goodness
Nothing bad can happen to me,
So they will cast bitter spells
Trying to break my steps
From your hand my Lord
I want to walk
Listening inside
The true message of your love…
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Dead Fingers
My fingers have died
What do I do without them I wonder?
Now what I want to write
On new horizons to discover
My perspective change is arranged the other way around.
Upside down because I’m in front of thousands of mirrors
That cover my dimensions and their reflections
Its reflections bare my soul, my thoughts,
That loose from bones wish for new beginnings
What do I do now that I have no fingers?
***
Like the Mouth of the Dead
A cold and gloomy afternoon
August
August
Cloudy, silent,
Like a dead man’s mouth
Who comes to see me
Bringing adages,
Speeches of ancient beings
Sylphs, undines
Or necromancers
That fell on my conscience
To finally wake up!
You arrive,
You arrive
And bristle my skin
My hair
Which wild horse
In the middle of this trail
You shake my brain
With your silent voice
But I understand
How do you understand
The earth
That the rain peeks out!
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