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1. : ................................4 2. : .5 3. AMOR: Sandra Sarmiento Guatemala6

4. NGELES DE FUEGO: Josep Lleix-

Fernndez7

5. INTROSPECCIN: Mara de los . Camacho

Rivas..8

6. ONRICO: Luz Mara Lpez..9

7. - 2 -: Patricia Temple10

8. SIEMPRE ES VERANO: William Prez Vega...11

9. AHOGARSE EN UN VIENTRE HURACANADO:

Yuri Zambrano15

10. : 16

11. : 17 12. A WORD: Sakshi Chanana.18

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AMOR

- Sandra Sarmiento

Signos msticos

Slo un ritmo La sonrisa del tiempo

La meloda del amor.

Ambos corazones

palpitando

En la misma flor

Bailando.

Armona sublime

El mismo poema El mismo libro

Pero diferentes espritus.

Nadando en el mismo ocano

Como la luna y el sol

En el mismo universo Pero dos fuerzas descomunales.

El poder del amor

Pasin magnfica l vive por ella

Ella lo ama.

Nadie pierde

nadie gana

Sonidos y luces Naturaleza y cosmos.

La fuerza del amor Ms poderosa que las guerras

Abraza la intensidad

si en tus maanas rezas.

LOVE

Mystic Signs

Just one rhythm The smile of the time

The melody of the love.

Both hearts

Beating

In the same flower Dancing.

Harmony sublime The same poem

The same book

But different spirits.

Swim in the same ocean

Like moon and the sun

In the same universe But two huge forces.

The power of the love Magnific passion

He lives for her

She loves him.

Nobody loses

Nobody wins Sounds and light

Nature and cosmos.

The strength of love More powerful than wars

Embrace the intensity

If you pray in your mornings.

SPANISH


NGELES DE FUEGO

-Josep Lleix-Fernndez

ngeles de fuego,

llamas que queman

en la hoguera los recuerdos.

Solsticio de verano,

chispas que vuelan buscando un

destino,

para adentrarse en un corazn

y el amor poder compartir, vivir-lo.

Noche corta, noche de brujas

que bailan provocando el deseo,

de beber ms de aquel brebaje

que enamora, que hace enloquecer

y embriagarse.

He bailado contigo, bruja,

he bebido el elixir de tus labios

a la luz de las llamas y de la luna.

Me has ofrecido tus pechos,

robado el corazn

y anulado la razn.

Solsticio de verano.

ANGELS OF FIRE

-Translated by Luz Mara Lpez

Angels of fire,

flames that burn

the memories in the pyre.

Summer Solstice,

sparks that fly searching for a

destination,

to venture in a heart

and share love, live it.

Short night, witches night

that dance provoking desire,

to indulge more of such concoction

that endears, drives mad

and enraptures.

I have danced with you, witch,

drank the elixir of your lips

by the light of the flames and the

moon.

You have offered me your breasts,

stolen my heart

and annulled all reason.

Summer Solstice.


INTROSPECCIN

- Mara de los . Camacho Rivas

Sal a buscar el verano de mi

primer chillido;

Transit por varias dcadas

Pobladas de brochas

Retiradas en las arenas.

El asiduo afn, brill por su

ausencia

(ya no iba de arriba para abajo

O de abajo para arriba).

En la ruta,

No escuch ni pronunci

inminentes discursos

Tampoco las cartas en agenda

Estaban a mi espera.

Slo me detuve en el baile

De las flores que un da sembr

Slo escuch la msica

De las palabras que no deben

perecer

Slo vi cunto puede morir o

crecer una semilla

INTROSPECTION


I went out searching for the

summer of my first squeal;

Did transit for several decades

Populated with brushes

Retired in the sands.

The assiduous eagerness, shone

through its absence.

(I wasnt going anymore from top to

bottom

Or bottom up).

In the route,

I did not hear or pronounced

imminent speeches

Neither the letters in agenda

Were waiting for me.

I only stopped at the dance

Of the flowers that one day I sow

Only listened to the music

Of words that should not perish

Only saw how much a seed could

die or grow

Planted in the summer.


ONRICO

- Luz Mara Lpez

La vida es un infinito susurro

Que toca atreverse atrapar

Destino inescapable

Escrito en las paredes del tiempo

Fluyendo siempre hacia la

corriente de aire

Para iluminar el alma

Pisando sobre la tierra

- otra vez y siempre -

Anticipado pasaje

Reconstruyendo un sueo

Comenzar aun otro viaje

Caminando sobre las propias

sombras

Buscando la luz de otro horizonte

Y finalmente, rendirse

Anidado en el misterio

Contenido en el latido

Como si nada ms importara,

Solo el sentimiento

Por debajo de la piel.

ONEIRIC


Life is an infinite whisper

One must dare to grasp

Unescapable destiny

Written on the walls of time

Flowing always towards the wind

To enlighten thy soul

Stepping over the ground

- again and ever -

Expected passage

To rebuild a dream

Begin yet another journey

By walking over own shadows

Seeking the light of another

horizon

And finally, surrender

Nested in the mystery

Within a heartbeat

As if nothing else matters,

Just the feeling

Beneath the skin.


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- Patricia Temple

La locura te enamora, te seduce, te apasiona.

Promete mucho pero es

perversa. Miente, juega contigo a ser un

equilibrista

En un precipicio que atrae al

abismo.

La locura se niega a ceder el

paso. Te ha envuelto en su

embriaguez

Vives en tu propio mundo Inventas amigos, creas

historias.

Y

Por momentos,

Recibes visitas inesperadas. Es el precio,

Y el premio tambin.

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Madness falls in love with you,

seduces,

Becomes own passion,

Promises a lot but it is perverse.

Lies, plays to be your equilibrist

On a precipice that attracts the

abyss.

Madness refuses to give passage.

It has wrapped you up in its drunkenness

Lives in your own world

You do invent friends, create stories.

And

At times,

You get unexpected visits.

It is the price, And the prize too.


SIEMPRE ES VERANO

-William Prez Vega

Hoy repas los talleres del silencio

En el borde de todas las lejanas,

En el fondo de las minas,

En el costado de los pueblos crucificados,

En el sol de las 12 horas expropiadas

Que nunca hay tiempo para reponer,

En la mujer de cuatro paredes invisibles,

En la aldea que se amontona sobre la indiferencia,

En la espalda del da doblado sobre los surcos,

En el hambre que nunca pasa de moda,

En el polvo descalzo que arde en las pisadas,

En la sed de las charcas del llanto,

En los escombros de los pueblos

Cuyo cielo llueve metralla a cualquier hora

Y traspasa de fuego la carne viva,

En la niez que corre sin saber a dnde

Porque el miedo les quema la inocencia

Y la noche se niega a terminar,

En el agujero oscuro de la galaxia de las guerras,

En los ojos del terror que gritan angustia

Porque el consuelo se aleja de las manos estiradas

Que pululan en las grandes ciudades,

En las noticias viejas

Que cubren la piel de la vergenza

Mientras en palacio adornan

La mesa de los sacrificios.

Porque sobre el lomo del sudor


Siempre es verano al medio da

Y la explotacin quema el hueso de cada clula,

Hasta la fibra oculta en las neuronas,

Ms all de cualquier da del ao

Y los Pentgonos de un solo lado

Dibujan calendarios de petrleo y plvora.

Hasta que arrebatemos a los mismos de siempre,

Al uno por ciento dueo de los cambios climticos,

Todas las estaciones del ao

Y vayamos pintados de la misma consigna,

Con un incendio de abismos y palacios,

Una hoguera de templos y Pentgonos

Que es igual a decir arca sin fronteras

O fiesta de Casa Blanca derrotada,

Que significa Wall Street echado al abismo

Y aprendamos, todos juntos, todas juntas

A dibujar primaveras de esperanza.


IT IS SUMMER ALWAYS


Today I reviewed the silence workshops

On the edge of all distances,

At the bottom of the mines,

On the flank of the crucified towns,

In the sun of the 12 expropriated hours

That never there is time to replace,

In the woman of four invisible walls,

In the village that piles over the indifference,

In the backbone of the day folded over the furrows,

In the hunger that never goes out of fashion,

In the barefooted dust that burns in the footsteps,

In the thirst of the weeping ponds,

In the rubble of the towns

Whose sky rains shrapnel at any time

And impales with fire the living flesh,

In the childhood that runs not knowing where

Because fear burns their innocence

And the night refuses to end,

In the dark hole of the galaxy of wars,

In the eyes of terror which scream anguish

For consolation moves away from the stretched hands

That swarm in the big cities,

In the old news

That cover the skin of shame

While in palace they do adorn

The table of the sacrifices.


Because over the spine of sweat

It's always summer at noon

And exploitation burns the bone of each cell,

To the hidden fiber in the neurons,

Beyond any day of the year

And the one-sided Pentagons

Draw calendars of oil and gunpowder.

Until we snatch the same old ones,

The one percent owner of the climatic changes,

All seasons of the year

And we go colored with the same slogan,

With a blaze of abysses and palaces,

A bonfire of temples and Pentagons

Which is the same as saying ark without frontiers

Or defeated White House party,

Which means Wall Street thrown into the abyss

And we learn, all together,

To draw Springs of hope.


AHOGARSE EN UN VIENTRE HURACANADO

- Yuri Zambrano

Ahogarse en un vaso con agua

smil huracnico-invocante

cuando me recibes en el oleaje volcnico de tu vientre.

TO DROWN IN A STORMY WOMB

- Translated by Yuri Zambrano

To drown in a glass of water

tempestuous-invoking simile

when you receive me in the volcanic waves

of your womb.


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FRIGHTENED FROGS

TREAD THE MOON

So quietly the moon night

A stroll along the edge of the lake

Look to the boundless sky

Water's face is so small

No need to receive everything to

the bottom of the lake

Bowed to lift the lotus leaf

That has been turned into the mud

in the roots

Night is quiet.

Night is so deep

When the frogs set foot on the

moon

The moon is getting lost

So quietly the moon night still

Autumn night as spring, the water

looks deep

The heart only used to read the

moon is not closed

New sorrows underway

Miscellaneous chores why hanging

heart

Raised head and strode away

Waved hand, no longer care about

Night was quiet.

Night was so deep

Croaks of frightened frogs even

here and there

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GUJARATI


A WORD

- Sakshi Chanana

My words seem to die

A slow painful death

With an attempted murder

Of our love

Or Shall I say habit?

Wishfully,

Skillfully,

Smothering any way

That connects us

Wonder if any ember can kindle it

again?

Death separates everyone

eventually

Why do we create the spaces of

non-existence;

For the people

When they are alive.

My chiselled inanimate existence,

carefully crafted by you

Hurts, but does not deter me

Nay,

I wont let you die

Before your time.

You shall come to life

In every moment

A tear trickles down

My soul

You shall breathe

With the random ramblings of my

mind.

My lost-present love

You would walk oblivious

In the terrains of my heart

Tired,

When you would sleep

I shall enclose you in my arms.

You must outlive

What you have created

And who you have become.

My love- you shall be more than a

speck in the universe

For my words, though dying shall

immortalize you!

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