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.

TRANSLATED BY: ALARIC GUTIÉRREZ

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BAKLAVA AND HONEY

Distant contiguous strokes

set up the prayers of Anatolia.

          Eclectic fragrant spices               

clove, sumac, vanilla and cinnamon     

 overflowing cornices.  

Gold, silver, apple tea,

   water pipes, almonds and kaput       

songs of your lineage!

Indigo horizons

melt the earth

of mud and jade

in baklava and honey;

musical odorssurround

nocturnal savannas

in the edge of the days.

Bare fingers 

on red-berried mistletoe and oaks

require the transcending kiss,

reaching the limits of touch

bluish declining

of our belongings.

As affable Sultan

dressed up with Habiye silk.

Transcribe my dreams

with watercolors of straight lines

to drown the sun within,

in the bowl of my palms.

TRANSLATED BY:  ALARIC GUTIÉRREZ

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BREATH OF LIGHT

Mute allegory of clouds

feeling my cedars’ roots,

designing the path;

song of blackbirds and orioles,

stunned chimera permuting

fertile figs and pomegranates.

Musical waterfalls

permeate thick

alders and chestnuts,

ethereal decline;

Antioch’s legacy

rinses and distorts

coasts, olives and vines

over the Patara’s coastline.

Emir necromancer

descends from

bare meadows

revealing seeds

to quench the moon

in the subtle geography

of my own shadows.

Your eyes light up

the awoken clay

of jade and honeysuckle,

moistening poems

to clear the air

of the past hours.

Imprecise and concrete trail

upon the wind of days

that intertwines our dawn.

A brief breath of your light

is enough

in the abyss of my night.

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© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

IT RAINS…

A longing breeze

tries to show itself,

like nostalgiamigrating

up in the air.

Water permeates

my body.

Your breath

fills inthe context.

Longing secrets

that the wind

shakes up in the offing,

then nothingness.

I walk behind

upon the moisture

left by the drops

under the branches.

Birds get detached

from their nests,

looking for

the promised shelter.

Church bells ring,

outside

the night interrupts.

I long to dry off

the rain,

like those birds

besettingpark trees

in the evening.    

The stillness of your eyes

invades me…

Ecstatic wings,

paralyzing their flight.

At my silence’s feet.

TRANSLATOR:   ALARIC  GUTIÉRREZ

MEXICO.

© Alicia  Minjarez  Ramírez

NOCTURNAL SUN

There, where the wind fades away

the sky waves its own branches

retouching icy mornings

in the shades,

blackbirds and pigeons flapping

and disturbing the sky.

I aimlessly wander through.

Every corner evokes

spiral lines of perpetually

ever written sonnets,

unveiled brides

blur the color lines

upon vacant altars.

I become chrysalis

under the chaos of progress.

I extend my hands

and find only emptiness.

Where do these streets lead me to? 

I try to jump over my shadow,

gradually move

from green to yellow…

Exorbitant looks

lacking everything

and nothing at all.

In the swinging mist

every step reflected upon

its own reflection,

when the twilight expands

I force myself to take shortcuts

that lead me nowhere.

Broken hearts,

moon’s usurped glow,

yielding ghosts

to the impregnable shine

of window cars.

Stillness moves,

static seconds,

silence declines,

I emigrate with no belongings;

brittle and gloomy spectrum

de-kernelling good-byes.

My mind is on hold,

stars cry about

humidity’s shortage

and eclectic rains,

my voice drowns.

Blink away

the ethereal fire of my eyes,

I release myself from prejudice.

I release myself

from body and soul

as nocturnal sun

amidst the desert.

TRANSLATED BY:  ALARIC GUTIÉRREZ

MÉXICO.

©

ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ

ALICIA  MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ: Multi-awarded poetess, writer, singer, translator, university professor, broadcast radio and |T.V. She was born in Tijuana Baja California, Mexico.  Winner of a special mention and a medal in the International Poetry Prize NOSSIDE Italy 2015 and 2016.President for Mexico in International Writers Association IWA BOGDANI, Albania. Her poems have been translated into: English, French, Taiwanese, Albanian, Cameroonian, Arabic, Chinese, Portuguese, Italian and Polish. And published in more than 50 International Anthologies, journals and magazines around the world.