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Show Temporada de la flor del manzano a mi hija Eva La víspera de la primavera realza nuestras necesidades. La lluvia y el granizo emblanquecen la tierra y el espíritu, una gracia del cielo. E Tú vives en mí como una niña de flor que arriva en la temporada de la flor del manzano. Los narcisos, los lirios y los tulipanes son tus madrinas. Eve of Spring accentuat our need; rain and hail E= Ahora veo esperanza nueva, capullos cada año, ramos de vida que aparecen en el viejo manzano. El pasado reverbera en mi alma. affodil, iris, andmothers. buds, clusters of life appear on the old apple tree, the past reverberates in my heart. Hoy, al mirar por la ventana noté que la luna se filtraba por el abedul del vecino y lanzé una mirada a las flores del manzano. i E | a E E Jesús Flores 4 P a E ree seño Today, gazing through the window, I notice the moon filter on the neighbor's birch trees, and glance toward the apple blossoms. ¡Because 1 hear the wind conversing with the rain and do not allow the telephone nor the computer to seduce me. ¡Because I have dark skin and 1 get tired of carrying around Por qué, papá?, por qué, papá? ¡all these voices in my head. ¡Because I see the ink under the skin in the sweating arms Porque veo la vida dormir en la calle vacía que se retuerce hasta perderse en una curv Porque escucho el viento conversar con f fl my IWATAAN m Conversación con mi padre | q cera piris Jesús Flores that sustain the violence. en los brazos sudorosos que sostienen la violencia. Porque no me llega la cadena de vocablos que cuestiona la sinrazón hasta llegar a la nada. Por qué, papá?, por qué, papá? en la compra de artefactos electrónicos q el cariño de una madre, el abrazo de un 1 y la sonrisa de un amigo. | Porque son mujeres que cansadas de corren por entre mensajes telefóni - de manos Hianchades de sangres extranjeras. Porque veo y escucho la belleza del paisaje a en las palabras, y en las batallas de los egos ¡Because the chain of words that question absurdity does not inspire me. Why, father?, why father? Because I walk among women searching for inexpensive electronic devices that supposedly replace the love of a mother, the embrace of a father and the smile of a friend. ¡Because they are women overwhelmed with material culture that are running among telephone messages and coitus interruptus to buy fried chicken. Because they talk to me about budgets, discounts and children nourished by TV programs. Why, father?, why father? Because I am not from here and this is not my language, ¿and I live prisoner of the latest technology conveniences. Because I sit at the dinner table to share my bread with the soldier with hands stained by blood from other cultures. Because I see the beauty of the landscape trapped in sentences, and in the battle of the egos esoteric languages and exotic intellects are the winners. Because I do not have a mother, nor a father, nor a brother sustaining me with their love. And I go to sleep every night with the hope of waking up on the pages of a book. Why, father?, why father? i¡ oído E i PE Because there, in the entrails of the earth my childhood friends are waiting to help me fly a kite and catch a snake. Because I forgot what it is to have in my hands the hopes of another life and I go back to the remote places of my mind to sing to the simple man that crosses my path every day. Because I have you today so close to me and I can feel your hair on my cheek and on my ear your mother's breath. Why, father?, why father? y puedo sentir FT od ll 1996 y aullido ii Llica ciclo Winter 1d Lal¿lod Venceremos page eight p F |
