Saturday, November 1, 2025

LUISA CÁMERE QUIROZ


 

Now That I Am Near My Sunset

 

Now, that I am near my sunset,

I want to feel fresh like a rooted jasmine.

Let it envelop me with its fragrant perfume,

to smell young.

 

Now, that I am near my sunset

 

I want to breathe the air of my hills,

to let its breeze touch my hair,

to draw my face,

to transport me like a traveling cloud,

to the summits of my apus, placid heights,

to glimpse my sovereignty, my nirvana.

 

Now, that I am near my sunset

 

I want to be Eve,

to cover myself with vines,

to hide among your vines,

jade-colored, crimson,

dancing with Bacchus,

to drink its juices, to fall,

surrendered to its clusters,

to sip, little by little, its divine elixir.

 

Now, that I'm near sunset

 

I want to relive my first kiss,

which engulfed me, thirsty,

of youthful love,

under the shadows of apple trees

while our bodies rolled slippery

in the rain amid laughter and enchantment.

 

Now, that I'm near sunset

 

Full of stretch marks,

furrows, it is at its most lush,

my youthful soul calls for you,

which still believes in love.

 

Just look at me, kiss me, embrace me,

inflamed with mad fury, thirstily run through

every pore, every fold of my skin

that eagerly waits for you to love it again

like our youthful years.

 

Reinvent myself,

do not you see that I'm dying little by little,

before I forget that I am near my sunset.

 

My Empty Silent Nights

 

My empty silent nights

without your warm body to wrap mine.

My bed is empty, only sheets and pillows.

They do not speak or caress, they are withered beings.

 

My soul is empty for not seeing and touching you.

I feel empty like a glass without water.

When will you come, love of my life,

to quench this thirst and this melancholy?

 

I reach out my hand and do not feel

the touch of your body against mine.

And in the middle of the night,

it trembles sadly and somberly.

I feel an emptiness that penetrates my soul.

And I pray to God for another day.

May my little children wake me

with their warm hands!

 

LUISA CÁMERE QUIROZ

 

LUISA CAMERE QUIROZ: A lover of literature, she was born in Lima, Peru, graduated in Education at the Universidad Mayor de San Marcos, obtained her California Credential and directed Early Childhood Education Programs for 30 years in Peru and the USA. In her golden years she dedicated herself exclusively to literature. She is a teacher, plastic artist, literacy critic, poet, narrator, cultural manager, both in Peru and in the USA, California. -She is co-author of the books 'Renacer' and 'Remar' from the CIAM of La Molina. '-Mujer de Roble” is her narrative book. 2009’. -Her first collection of poems is “Mutilated in a Thousand Ways.” 2021 - Second Poetry Collection “Loaded with Love”2023. She recently earned the Award from Writers Capital Foundation as the “The Best Coordinator in USA during the Panorama International Literature Festival 2024. -She is the Administrator of Universal Poetic Utopia Universal California and the USA. She organizes and promotes a culture and art through events worldwide. Now she is the President of CIESART of United States under the umbrella of Global CIESART President Founder Lily Baylon. As well she us Global President of the International Circle of Cultural Ambassador from The Alma Mater under the spectrum of the CCI Universal Utopía of Manuel Equihua Estrella, President and Founder. Luisa had received números prices lately Doctor Honoris Causa. Her efforts in fostering cultural exchange and promoting literary excellence have been featured in leading publications, including OPA USA, PRODIGY USA, and ALESSANDRIA TODAY.

 

 

 

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