{"id":21162,"date":"2023-12-09T09:17:11","date_gmt":"2023-12-09T16:17:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/?p=21162"},"modified":"2023-12-09T09:17:11","modified_gmt":"2023-12-09T16:17:11","slug":"three-poems-about-where-a-river-used-to-pass-through","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/three-poems-about-where-a-river-used-to-pass-through\/","title":{"rendered":"Tres poemas de: \u201cPor donde antes pasaba un r\u00edo\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 es un pueblo dormido?<br \/>\nThe memory<br \/>\nof an immense<br \/>\nimaginary ram<br \/>\nor life growing<br \/>\nunwillingly<br \/>\na la orilla de un r\u00edo.<br \/>\nA town that sleeps<br \/>\nrise without fear<br \/>\nel filo distra\u00eddo<br \/>\nof sacrifice,<br \/>\nrespira al comp\u00e1s<br \/>\nof every hidden stone<br \/>\nand wonders<br \/>\nqui\u00e9n se animar\u00e1<br \/>\nto throw it.<br \/>\nThere is something that goes back<br \/>\nmientras un pueblo entero sue\u00f1a<br \/>\nand there is something that advances<br \/>\nin that retreat.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>That spinning bottle<br \/>\nin the middle<br \/>\nser\u00e1 mi primer beso,<br \/>\nthe blackbirds<br \/>\nthey fly<\/p>\n<p>over our heads.<br \/>\n\u00bfEn cu\u00e1ntas bandadas<br \/>\nse cuenta el d\u00eda?<br \/>\nle hab\u00edamos preguntado<br \/>\nto the witch<br \/>\nThe cage<br \/>\nlos p\u00e1jaros en las jaulas<br \/>\nstun<br \/>\nDon Calvo cuts off a wing<br \/>\nto the little gray pigeon<br \/>\narrested<br \/>\nbetween your fingers:<br \/>\n\u0308No duele,<br \/>\nes como el pelo o las u\u00f1as,<br \/>\nno est\u00e9s triste \u0308<br \/>\nUna ni\u00f1a de ciudad,<br \/>\nout of tune<br \/>\nThe knife has<br \/>\nan uneven edge<br \/>\nlike wire edge<br \/>\nwhen it joins the sky.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Diana was ours<br \/>\nlike stones<br \/>\nque junt\u00e1s en un r\u00edo y entonces:<br \/>\nyours.<br \/>\nlike the square<br \/>\ny el m\u00e1stil erguido al cielo.<br \/>\nDiana barked<\/p>\n<p>y todos detr\u00e1s de ella<br \/>\nafter his black steps<br \/>\nI wonder where they are going<br \/>\nand they come.<br \/>\nI was waiting too long<br \/>\non the sand,<br \/>\npl\u00e1cida<br \/>\ncomo un animal acu\u00e1tico,<br \/>\na stingray<br \/>\nshooing away the flies<br \/>\nwith the tail<br \/>\nand time stopped<br \/>\nin Diana<br \/>\nand in his tail<br \/>\nto come and go.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-21164 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Marianela-Fernandez-autora-del-poema-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"Tres poemas de: \u201cPor donde antes pasaba un r\u00edo\u201d\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Marianela-Fernandez-autora-del-poema-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/Marianela-Fernandez-autora-del-poema-13x12.jpg 13w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Marianela Fern\u00e1ndez<\/strong> naci\u00f3 en Buenos Aires, pero vivi\u00f3 la mayor parte de su vida entre las ciudades de C\u00f3rdoba y Nueva York. Es licenciada en Filosof\u00eda y Estudios Cl\u00e1sicos y tiene una maestr\u00eda en Literatura Infantojuvenil. Se ha desempe\u00f1ado como profesora de Filosof\u00eda en diversas escuelas secundarias, terciarias y en la Universidad Nacional de Villa Mar\u00eda. En el 2010, public\u00f3 su primer libro de poemas &#8220;La otra&#8221;. Sus escritos han sido publicados en diversas antolog\u00edas y revistas literarias.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>You may be interested in:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/exclusive-interview-with-simon-mejia\/\">Exploring the paths of consciousness: Exclusive interview with Sim\u00f3n Mej\u00eda, producer of Bomba Est\u00e9reo<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00bfQu\u00e9 es un pueblo dormido? El recuerdo de un inmenso carnero imaginario o la vida creciendo a contrapelo a la orilla de un r\u00edo. Un pueblo que duerme alza sin miedo el filo distra\u00eddo del sacrificio, respira al comp\u00e1s de cada piedra escondida y se pregunta qui\u00e9n se animar\u00e1 a arrojarla. Hay algo que retrocede [&hellip;]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":21163,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,11],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-21162","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-cover","8":"category-culture"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21162"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21167,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21162\/revisions\/21167"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21163"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peninsula360press.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}