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Maritza Jiménez
Born 1956 in Caracas, where she lives Journalist, specializing in cultural topics. Has been head of the literature section of the Consejo Nacional de la Cultura and the Centro Rómulo Gallegos (CELARG). Has published Hago la muerte, 1987, and Amor constante más allá de la muerte, 1993. |
from I DEAL DEATH
1 Morning sickness what aquatic life in me what trembling fractures what belly? throbbing inside me what Death am I carrying?
3 like blood it came out waking I danced my new freedom I weep
5 love my belly has stopped not even the sharp edge of a caress
7 full of nettles and precipices I go like a hedgehog
8 not even the clay my son is a hollowness a vertigo some kind of Death
11 your eagerness withers with no more tomb than mother
12 quivering not crying there
14 of his mouth the little tooth
15 I tie a snake the heavy fang all night baby pebbles soaking
16 unburdened the mornings no longer sing there is no tree
17 lost in the depths devours cradles devours cries in my belly like a fist
18 I bear the sign my hair matted tomorrow nothing tomorrow death
22 my lips go dry looking for earth to kiss you in
26 let worms and vultures come I will give food I will give monthly ashes I will give silence
28 you should have been a flood then Death - a voracious instrument -
29 its fingers dig roots out of my body arid I lie down and you erect
30 Looking into mirrors your father is a tunnel your mother at the typewriter
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To my brothers and sisters Down river Why do the doors of love hurt? The night - Animals that we were of the same danger - not knowing where to strike and let it hurt and be understood
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