ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ

ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ

DESERTED VOICES

Cornered breeze

bursting over

mosses’ silence.

I need to flood and evaporate

chimeras

in rugged islands.

Silence salty gates

that incinerate my throat,

nod to water

disdaining

its inherent name.

Deserted voices

sway seconds

upon the lividness

of windy branches,

where clouds

lack power.

The rain is an allusion

of green stars,

ashes are raining

scorching skylines,

usurping my voice

in stony

dust clouds.

Does the air induce scars?

I hear your singlar skin

darkness of glacial fog

sketching my roots.

wounded petals fading away

wings of swallows.

Ether fragments the sobs.

they grow and decline,

cypresses

like snowy jasper,

smithereens of days…

While the moon shines above us.

©

 Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translation: Alaric Gutiérrez

LONTANANZAS

I built you up

From diaphanous drops

that clarify

the thin contour

of the wind’s arms.

Those

dancing

upon

my face,

hold up and excuse

the rising of

light stealth birds

on the horizon.

Sky wings bearing

fragrant

polyphonic aromas,

diluting

moist loams

in vetiver

and bergamot,

disseminated

over your body’s

drought.

I envision you

In my silent

barren palms,

as drops

upon my river;

ecstatic the open sea

conspires,

flows against formed

verbal tide,

in ivy

language.

Warp 

naked

fanciful voices,

dawning

deep inside my skin,

cracking

desire’s opacity.  

I built you up!

while it rains.

                       

SAND

My sadness crackle

a river of tears

upon your fireplace.

Vehement lontananza

over the indigo

blue open sea

of your graphology.

I begin to spell

without articulate,

to irrigate your statements.

Perennial swing, exalted sea

silenced tenderness.

My name emerges

from your song,

glimmering trap

shadow of your laughter

which impels and guides

this dilated verse.

Sublime smoothness

of breeze in the sand.

©

ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ

Translated by:  Alaric Gutiérrez