EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

LOVING YOU FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION

I'm in another heaven,

and from here I look at you

diaphanous and complete,

there is no wrinkle in you,

there is no stain that clouds love.

From these

my high rooms,

I see you immense,

like a titan,

or a brave Goliath.

And I feel comfortable

contemplating you

and again.

From my stained glass

everything looks so beautiful!

I feel I can love you

more complete, because I love you

even when you do not feel me,

Do not even know I'm there.

I love you

from the distances

They take me away and they bring me close to you.

I love you

from another dimension,

The dimension

in which only you are:

with virtues and defects,

with successes and mistakes.

From here

I feel I can love you

more honestly

and in a more real way.

so I love you

how are you,

without having to change.

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

Perú-All rights reserved

LOOKING FOR A PARADISE

(Dedicated to immigrants and refugees)

Tired of the war cries,

in caravans and boats

they cross the sea of hope,

pigeons and the helpless birds;

waiting for heaven, that longed for heaven on earth

that in their homeland, they are denied ....

They bear the marks of fear on their faces,

the horrors of unjust violence,

the deep beatings of pain and grief.

How not to love you brother, human brother?

How not to feel your tears

Human brother, banished!

There are walls ears that do not listen to you,

or listening to you become deaf.

Selfishness is a giant bird that prowls the world.

Inhumanity pervades the streets.

Looking for a dream of paradise,

awaits you, bewilderment,

hard life,

discrimination with its hidden face and

sometimes with an uncovered face.

Start again,

away from your loved ones,

and in a homeland that is not your home;

that sometimes throws your fierce hooks

and you hold on, and hold on!

Because you have no choice,

because it's the only thing you have ...

Immigrant,

bird in forced flights,

rest your tired feet

on the shore of my lakes,

take the necessary breath of hope,

and walk confidently,

with your head held high,

with the light of your lamps well lit;

at the end of the tunnel

a hand always picks you up

God always hears the cries of the one who suffers,

the sword of justice

it shines soon;

resist, just a little more,

the white dove is coming that frees you ...

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

Perú-Derechos reservados- safe creative

SOLEDAD HARD WOOD

Loneliness, hard wood,

deep pang in the soul.

Unfathomable hole without light,

space without sun, without breath.

Loneliness, empty air,

silent music,

twilight that does not arrive,

summers, autumns, blind springs.

Loneliness in your old chair

I do not want to sit down;

of your food, I do not want to fill up.

Give me your other side,

the one with white yellow lights.

I will dance in your new house,

in which the soul speaks with a strong voice,

in which you do not feel your deadly kicks;

in which hope shines

like radiant sun.

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

Perú-All rights reserved

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS