Life is not only made of smiles, I want to show each of the facets
[author title=”Ramina Herrera Arteaga ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/ContemporaryWorldLiterature-Ramina-Herrera-SindhCourier.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. ”In 2007 it published the Poemario“ Nocturna Soledad y otros Poemas ”(Katequil Editores). She has been awarded many prestigious recognition for her writing.[/author]
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…
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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.
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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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