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Real Life – Poetry from Peru

Poetess Ramina Herrera Arteaga from Latin American country, the land of ancient civilization, shares her new three poems

Life is not only made of smiles, I want to show each of the facets

Ramina Herrera Arteaga

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. ”In 2007 it published the Poemario“ Nocturna Soledad y otros Poemas ”(Katequil Editores). She has been awarded many prestigious recognition for her writing.

 

Real Life

Life is not only made of smiles

I want to show each of the facets

When you want

It hits hard and where it hurts the most,

Catches us off guard

Like earthquakes

Those shake even the soul,

It’s hard to walk with bare feet

Stones and thorns hurt even more,

But there is no other way

Just keep moving on

With my heart in my hand

Darning its fissures

And the hope

That after the strongest storm

A tender blue sky will always open

That brings calm, healing, and justice

And so longed for tranquility

Even if it lasts a second

Or a thousand years that everything is an instant

Life is an instant__ and nothing more…

** *

No More

Tomorrow another story will be written

No more strong arguments

Nor contempt of plates of food on the table!

 

No more, not to hear as I am none, I worth nothing,

Being looking in the mirror and not recognize me

No more fear if the cushions are misplaced.

 

No more doubt in your love

Just clinch that never existed

No more vilification, no more tears down the cheeks.

 

No more teasing on my lyrics

No more teasing of my origin

No more money thrown on your face.

 

No more comparisons

That there are women a thousand times better than me,

No more sadness as the loneliness is my companion.

 

No more hearken that has another love of his life

No more martyrdom, no more anxiety,

That time at home has an expiration date.

 

You left the nest, empty heart and wounded,

Nostalgia and rage for fifteen lost years

And the slight flapping of a fly that has no senses!

 

Thanking you for your time would be lying to you,

Thank you yes, for the extension of my blood

Thanks for helping me thank you

For helping me find myself again.

***

Archon

In the background

I am only

An archetype

That my mind created,

Do I exist I do not know,

Maybe it’s just a dream

What are you experiencing?

This life

Sometimes sweet

Other bitter

And death

As someone said

Be a wonderful

And beautiful awakening

I am Archon of my chimeras

Magic, alchemy, transmutation

Elements that refer to my heart

Plus my stubborn head

He gets reluctant

And does not think,

Postpones them,

Forget them,

Even knowing

Which is your only way out!

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