Translation: Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

- Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

TRAVELER

Redemptive breeze

imprisons my space,

like raining stars

as fragrant words

at the crescent moon,

salt conspires about

your shooting and lasting

existence.

Blue air flutter about

your wet

vertices notes,

ascending

through 

the tree’s essence.

Guttural sounds

spotting

the horizon.

I sense you

among murmurs

of leaves

diluting

liquid shadows,

imaginary

pigeon’s pieces,

luminance music

of the dreams

we forge.

I find you,

wrong or right,

in haste;

in the rain’s

incessant voice.

Beautiful traveler

of dreamed steps

and arms of fire.

Drowned in

desire-scented steam

I dusk upon

foreign oaks,

as touch produced by

your path;

dark moor

of an old sky

reinvent

your word of light,

the illusory

copulation

of language.

© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translated by: Alaric Gutiérrez

IT RAINS…

A longing breeze

tries to show itself,

like nostalgia

migrating

up in the air.

Water permeates

my body.

Your breath

fills in

the 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

besetting

park trees

in the evening.            

The stillness of your eyes

invades me…

Ecstatic wings,

paralyzing their flight.

At my silence’s feet.

© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translated by: Alaric Gutiérrez

THE PATH OF YOUR STEPS

Naked and lurking 
tenderness
at the riverbank,
a kiss clinging on
as a vine
and climbing
through the sap
of my branches.

I spy on the night
in your thistles,
adjacent meridians
in the nectar
of your Nile.

Of all your summers
emanate and disappear
crepuscular fragments,
frosts decorate
the melodic chant
of orioles 
and blackbirds.

I invent you and lose you
in the zephyr choleric notes,
the sublime lightness
makes silence thunder up.

Dissolving my dawns
in the hustle of memory,
fire against the light
of the stranger and nubile
torso of your body.

You rain and crumble
over my fragrant touch,
blast that exalts
the sound of the stones
building up
my roads,
long gone 
and desolated
landscapes
blooming today
behind your
own steps.

© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translated by: Alaric Gutiérrez

PAST

Behind that door
are all the things
which bordered my past.
Stripped illusions
untouched by words,
sheltered and helpless
in the heat of the past hours.

Flows of dreams
throbbing immensity
dragging the continent.
Dusty tide converging
adorned by smiles,
moon in balance
in this cave painting.

Ecstatic mornings
in nightly suns,
luminescence,
harmonic discrepancy
in the green channel,
your pillow
the evening of my hands.

Hypothetical consonants
defying the night
inversed cups
of the same sky,
coded tongue in codices
inspired in your mouth
for my ear.

As one who sees
opaque footprints
thrown into the battle
of the night,
I happen by inertia
where the stone

becomes the lake
with no more arms
than the airily sight
enlightened and eternal.
I advance helpless as the rain,
wind that doesn’t turn back,
never returning water
reflecting my diffused face.

Last contemplation
of the knocker.
I brick up the door.

Drink up my words…
and resume my steps.

© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translated by: Alaric Gutiérrez

LOVERS

Longing mitigates

the drunken night,

treasuring the imprint

abolished by desire

that breaks us

and brings together,

intrinsic fire

of profane verses

under the intrigue

of shadows.

Materiality keeps

our bodies tied up to

the lunar instant

of balsamic ether,

burning desires

falling apart

evaporating

the mossy seduction

of having the absolute void.

You’re dust in the breeze

of my conscious being,

bringing delightful

and melodic essences

inside hollow fruit trees

of worn out headings.

Imprecise and sharp legend

of upcoming evenings,

barking at the sap sight.

Derange me, seduce me, drive me.

Like a consonant plunging

upon the rhetorical memory,

dialect upsetting and chaining us up

beyond our hands.

Exhalation,

dementia without sanity

defining my earthly Nirvana,

meanwhile, I belong to you

under the remote

silence glass…

By rubbing your timely

spike.

© Alicia Minjarez Ramírez

Translated by: Alaric Gutiérrez

Biography

Poet, Translator, Singer, University Professor,  Broadcast locution 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, recognized by UNESCO.  Awarded with the IWA BOGDANI Albania Award, 2016. Awarded with the Third Place in French Poetry in the International Poetry Prize ‘Sous les traces de Léopold Sédar Senghor” at Milan, Italy, 2016 recognized by ONU and UNESCO.  Winner of a mention in the NOSSIDE Poetry Prize, Italy 2016.

She was considered among the International Poets published on the XXI Century World Literature Book released at New Delhi, India, 2016.  Her poems have been translated into: English, Albanian, French, Cameroonian, Arabic, Chinese, Taiwanese, Portuguese, Polish and Italian. And published in more than 50 International Anthologies, journals and magazines around the world. 

Setu, July 2018