Alireza Ghazveh
Poeta de Irán
1963. Nacido en Garmsar, Provincia de Semnan, Irán
Doctor en filosofía en la literatura persa.
Libros: Sheblí y el fuego - Desde el palmeral hasta la calle - Tanto José -
Saludos al amor - Tren de Andimeshk
En un fugaz momento de la flor y la sonrisa
De repente, en un rayo de la flor y la sonrisa
ellos regresan
en la calle, un río de arcoiris
El cielo toca la pandereta
Con siete manos verdes ocultas
los muertos y los vivientes se unen en un coro
El cielo de los hombres vestidos de caqui
lavando sus caras en la lluvia de fuego
ojalá ellos vuelvan
a poner sus pañuelos sangrientos
sobre la corona partida de la tierra.
En un rayo de la flor y la sonrisa
ellos vuelven del frente de guerra
las heridas silenciosas florecen
los cuerpos decapitados florecen
¡ Las manos y las piernas del hermano florecen!
Vuelven los chicos que dicen
"¡oh madre, ojalá hubiera tiempo para leer cartas"
los chicos que dicen "adiós, esposa mía," quien dice: Desearía
que estuvieras allí para ver.
quienes dicen: nosotros no regresaremos hasta el día de la resurrección
El extremo de la carretera del sacrificio
los chicos de Karbala
pero en este tiempo
no toques la herida de mi corazón
ojalá empiece una tempestad
Ojalá...
Selección de Poesía Contemporánea iraní
Traducción de Fariba Gurguin
Edición de Beatriz Salas
Traducción de Fariba Gurguin
Edición de Beatriz Salas
For Andalib (Nightingale)
She was
Two years older than resolutions
Than Gaza, two days younger
She'd just started to talk
Yet not voicing her name
Though she could say Daddy
Candle,
And, Gaza…
Last night, it was her birthday night
It was a black out
Daddy pointed to the sky, said:
Right now all the candles will lite…
And that was it!
There was no candle in home
Though the cake of mothers smile was there
Daddy said:
Just for you Andalib!
And laughed…
The store in Gaza had no balloons
The stores in Gaza
Where lite with no candle
Daddy! Moon…
I'll make it a hat for you my daughter!
Daddy, Stars…
They are called to your birthday party…
Look how they move
Again there was afirework
White phosphori
Daddy roared: No! For God's sake no…
Mommy approached to puff the candles
The cake of her smile got bloody!
Only in the small girl's eyes
Two little candles were burning…
The Charge
The Apple tree is summoned
In cuffs
The charge is that
… It has thrown its fruits; like stone!
The Orange tree is summoned
The charge is that
Its fruits are bloody this year!…
The Olive tree is summoned
The charge is that
… It has born bullets every other fruit!
All Rise!The court is in session
TheRespondent is a Wave who has been ordered to STOP
And it has not!
Respondent is a Dove,
Who did not leave Zion!
Respondentis a Sparrow,
Who knows no Hebrew!
The court is in Session
Respondent is the tree of knowledge (of good and bad)
And the Ladder to the Heavens!
TheRespondents are all those gravestones
With the name of “Allah” on them
And all those mothers
Who in their wombs,
Bear children that
Hold stone in hand!
Spring in Elevator
In the black out
Spring got stuck
It was raining in the elevator!
Well, when no light
Moon sticks high to the sky
Orbit and Meridian, then stick low to the Earth
Take all sticking easy
Yet, the rain and lighting are damn serious
And also, the fact that sometimes
Spring gets stuck
in the elevator!
I will go
Up the stairs of this much rain
I will go
Up the stairs of all the days here or not
Up the stairs of all that seconds
Up the stairs of all the doubts
Up the stairs of all loneliness
Up to the sun
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