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Shadows and Memories – Poetry from Peru

Shadows and Memories – Poetry from Peru
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My shadow leaves in search of its ghosts, which twenty-seven years ago disappeared among books, letters, and molles!

[author title=”Ramina Herrera Arteaga ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Ramina-Herrera-Arteaga-Peru-Sindh-Courier.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]


Shadows and Memories   

My shadow leaves in search of its ghosts

Which twenty-seven years ago disappeared among books, letters, and molles!

I can’t understand what he’s looking for, if the heartbeat he left on the floor,

The sigh that silently said I love you, or the kiss that he didn’t steal at the time.

Foolish, she continues on her way, she does not understand rational arguments

She is focused on finding memories, perhaps lost to the mirror

But that she has them so fresh, she goes back through the years

Like rewinding a cassette from a thousand years ago

Hundreds of images go by in a second and it stays there

With that instant, a pristine instant that after eight years from the first time they saw each other

Eyes, brown eyes, shone like shining stars in their sky

And that was enough for her, a simple and vague memory

To know that somewhere in this time, there is also a heart, eyes and a shadow

That like her, travels and sits on those benches

They look at each other in silence, in the time that does not know about clocks

On moonlit nights, in cold early mornings, and they embrace in an eternal act,

An ethereal symbolism of a magical love, which they both know are only dreams!


An Exquisite Medium Cadaver

A place, a destination, a desolate bench waiting for me to sit on it,

To see souls passing by that are overflowing with life and oh God, how different from mine.

I feel deserted, afflicted, I want to run, run and never come back

I want to jump off a ravine to see if I can fly, my soul cries, it cannot find its place, its value.

The absence of words, of your voice, makes me feel invisible

And the still wounded heart bleeds again,

Screams its melancholy and does not know that it is in the middle of the desert,

That nobody listens, that nobody helps,

Screams waiting for an echo and the Echo never arrives,

There is no more water to empty, much more to walk,

I look at myself, and the last dew that danced in my eyes falls slowly on the dusty face, leaving the traces of their journey in their wake.

I lift my shadow and move forward, two stars are waiting for me,

Somewhere, I cross the city, crowded streets, thousands of steps, voices, smells,

And in my mind, I continue to travel the desert in search of the oasis … the palm trees … and the hugs of my projections, turned into beautiful cells, bold, awake, a thousand light-years from my consciousness!