bio-biblio
Claudia Peña (Santa Cruz, 1970) is a researcher, writer and poet. Published collections of short stories "The Gospel According to Paulina" (2003) and "What mom does not see us" (2006) and the poems "Useless burning" (2005) and "In the sky behind my back" (2007). This is his first novel.
poems
seasoned horses on my grandfather
banned horses
neigh under my weight.
While frames are silver stain
they are concerned with the smell of blood.
black horses grandfather
stand on two legs
his mane on my face.
The horses bow their backs.
Tonight grandfather
incrustaré my bones and my nails
on your horses crazy.
no longer be yours on tools and saddle pads.
no longer be yours sharp claws.
I arrived I
female infidel
and stubborn
to run to skim their hair
for riders to melt iron.
I, grandfather
above.
I will tear down your horses hell.
They wasted no
my blood on their backs.
I tame his wild neighing. I'll know
overcome their helmets in the air.
be able to ride them with the back arched
.
Acez your horses grandfather
but the day
just beginning.
Rite
Sometimes my body is opened to shelter
man (there are men who arrive
sensitive / giants / lost).
also sometimes confused
belly tenderness
truth (that strange habit of disappearing
are men.)
While they sometimes do not get caught
smells, the taste. I can hardly
, when you are gone, rebuilding its passing
gasps and my desire.
It occurs to me that the blood
(timely and complete) reflects the atavistic
washing instinct that shadow, that saliva. Sold
ritual I go blind, the sharp
days between your skin and my forgetfulness
(no angels left hungry
light and sighs).
But blindness is short
and diluted, naive, hope to tame
spell, my destiny.
The body does not forget:
the body remains,
always nest.
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