Poem by Chary Gumeta (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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CHARY GUMETA (CHIAPAS - MEXICO)
BIOGRAPHY
Chary Gumeta (María del Rosario Velázquez Gumeta, (Chiapas, Mexico, 1962) She is a poet and cultural promoter of art and literature. She has published books of poetry and historical research. Her most recent publications: LLORAR COMO LA LLUVIA (Editorial Ojo de Cuervo, El Salvador, 2023) and ANCESTRAS (Editorial El Suri Porfiado, Argentina 2023) She has participated in anthologies, festivals and national and international book fairs. She has received several awards for him career and won several national and international publications. Her book TAKE AWAY THE DREAMS, LEAVE ME THE MEMORIES, won the publication fund of CONECULTA-Chiapas, Ministry of Culture. She's a representative in Chiapas of several literary movements that take place in the world. She runs the fanzine YOMORAM JAYATZAME, which promotes poetry written by women. She is Director of the San Cristóbal World Festival of Contemporary Poetry and Literature Coordinator at the Multidisciplinary Festival Proyecto Posh.
A STRANGE COUNTRY
Under the blue sky of a strange country,
I look for you in the depths
of my insides in every woman
that passes through this forest
of eyes in every scent, smile,
or place,
I look for you.
In the end,
with salt between my hands
I know that
I have lost you
this empty feeling skims my mind
and your face crumbles making
a quiet sound like a moan.
I'll learn to stop thinking about your long
hair with its peach aroma
and where the afternoon rests on your face.
Love is now an orphan
walking alone through the streets.
THEY SAY IT'S YOU
They brought you in this morning
They say it's you
I never saw tattoos on your skin of words or figures.
They never showed me your clothes,
your wallet or the image of St.
Jude Thaddeus that you always carried
in the trouser pocket
I was told that the DNA matches 70%
They say it's you
But uncertainty haunts my heart.
Deep down
I feel, that one day
You'll walk through the door
And we'll laugh together at your funeral.
I ADMIT
I admit that
I wasn't born to be a sedentary
I don't know how to take root 'Cause
I've got the sweat of the world
on the skin and on the feet.
I'm afraid I'll become a ghost
and wander the rivers of my people.
Be part of a list named "missing."
I don't want to be a bleeding woman
By the hand of misery
and the wickedness of my country.
I must burn the old clothes
Follow this path
Where killing time turns you into
a killer and the opposite in survivor.
To walk barefoot is to walk naked
And I want to walk in sneakers.
Prepared Angela Kosta
