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Clementina Suárez

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I am a poet,

Αn army of poets.
And today I want to write a poem
Α whistle poem
a rifle poem.
To stick to the doors,
in prison cells,
on school walls.
Today I want to build and destroy
to raise hope on scaffolds.

Wake the child
archangel of swords,
be lightning, thunder,
with a hero's stature
to root out, raze
the rotten roots of my people

STAR, TREE AND BIRD

In the stay of the night
alone I am a star.
Only me, I am a star
at an angle to the moon.

Night that breaks moons
for me, that I am a lonely tree.
Lonely, gray and static tree
that does not leave a shadow.

In a corner of the world
I sing, bird alone.
Only me, I sing alone.
Oh how old is my song!

CRYING IN SPACE

Outside the wind roars.
Your head on my legs.
the night entertains itself in a round of ghosts.
Rushing waters cut daffodils and mists,
to adorn the grave of so many dead birds.

You comb and tousle my hair
while the sea drags blood and mud.

The shadow seems to sculpt corpses.
Who cries and despairs in the air?
Love. You are asleep,
-without rushing out of the night-
while I cut short wailing
of mothers and children.