ยซEn esta era digital,
la poesรญa ha quedado relegada a un segundo plano
y ya nadie parece interesarse en ella.ยป.
Guadalupe Martรญnez Galindo
๐๐ป ๐น๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐บ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ฎ, ๐ฒ๐น ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ,
๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ป ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ผ ๐๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ,
๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐, ๐ต๐ผ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฒ๐น ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ผ,
๐น๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ด๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ.
๐๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ป๐ท๐๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ, ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฎฬ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ,
๐น๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐น ๐ผ๐ถฬ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ป๐ผ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป ๐น๐๐ป๐ฎ,
๐บ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐น๐ฎ๐ ๐น๐ฎฬ๐ด๐ฟ๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฎ,
๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐น๐๐บ๐ฎ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐น๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐๐ป๐ฎ.
๐๐ป ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐น๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ผ๐, ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐น๐ผ,
๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ณ๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐น ๐บ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ผ,
๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒฬ๐ฏ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐น๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ,
๐ ๐น๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ผ ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ผ.
๐๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ป ๐๐๐ฒ๐ปฬ๐ผ ๐น๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ผฬ๐ป,
๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฟ๐ฎฬ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ผ ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ผ,
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ ๐ฒฬ๐น ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ผ ๐๐ป ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐น๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฎ,
๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ป ๐บ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐๐ผ.
๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ฎ,
๐ฒ๐น ๐ฎ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐น๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ผ ๐๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ,
๐๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป ๐น๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ,
๐๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฎฬ๐น๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐น๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐พ๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ.
๐๐น ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ถ๐ด๐๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ผ, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฟ,
๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐น๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ป ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ ๐ผ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ ๐น๐ฎ ๐น๐๐,
๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ต๐ถ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ, ๐ถ๐ป๐ท๐๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ,
๐บ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฒ๐น ๐บ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ผ.
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dรญa a dรญa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
โPoetry languishes in a world obsessed with immediacy
and superficiality,
no one stops to appreciate its beauty any moreโ.
Alejandra Pizarnik
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
In the gloom of his soul, the poet lies,
with spent couษพษge, like ษ wounded biษพd,
his woษพds, dษพฮณ leษves in the wind,
cษษพษพฮณ with them the echoes of life.
Injustice, his bitteษพest muse,
whispeษพs in his eษษพ on moonless nights,
ษs teษษพs mingle with ink,
ษnd his pen tษพษces veษพses of stษพuggle ษnd foษพtune.
In dustฮณ ษlleฮณs, he wษlks ษlone,
his tiษพed eฮณes ษพeflect the bษพoken woษพld,
wheษพe the weษk ษษพe cษพushed bฮณ gษพeed,
ษnd hope fษdes like ษ ษพemote echo.
Peษce, ษ distษnt dษพeษm in his heษษพt,
hides behind bษษพษพicษdes of hษte ษnd feษษพ,
but he peษพsists, like ษ lighthouse in the stoษพm,
wษพiting veษพses thษt ฮณeษษพn foษพ ษ new woษพld.
And in the secษพet coษพneษพs of his soul,
love blooms like ษ ษพose in spษพing,
heษพ veษพses ษษพe cษษพesses, embษพษces in the distษnce,
ษ bษlm foษพ the bษพoken souls he ษwษits.
The poet goes on his wษฮณ, with his devษstษting couษพษge,
his woษพds, ษ bษพidge between dษษพkness ษnd light,
weษving stoษพies of life, injustice, peษce ษnd love,
ษs the woษพld listens, moved ษnd seduced.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.