birds plunge their beaks into my flesh.
They sit on the palms of my hands.
drinking water of my eyes and my tongue quiet. The happiness of being their food
not reach me.
My glory will be something else, not the sky.
(1993)
* Travel in a train of cars headed by my twenty-one dead.
I look through the shattered glass of the window of a tough battle in the sky burned
butterflies of my five years.
I talk to the trees beat the time you disappear in my eyes, the only ones who have not
road, with the birds that are already
memories of the wind.
Equally I do not know what town this is.
(1994)
*
Little by little the silence is filling my soul sound, with
steps as scary as being chased by a wild beast trembling of heart
sharpening his blade.
is in this blind item that keeps my eyes open.
E - inside me - I think that other
sky waiting for me outside the house, my heaven, that he invented the rain
the corner.
A sky of foul water. Drowning moon, clouds, kept by
mud from the hand of sleep.
My sky-sea disturbing, only in your meat makes my teeth fell
shine more.
Heaven unexpected rust winter comes and fills my empty hands of a blind person without
touch with your body. My sky without a bird
sky. Sky water belly.
My heavens, deep as a stone.
(1996)
*
My house, like the desert, has no roof or door, only a mouth.
My house, like stone, does not have
beams or foundations, only a hand holds on tight.
I built this house by removing bricks and surrendering
my bones to the remaining vacuum.
The house is dark like my voice in its corridors.
I live in the house that way. What
chase and pursued as a larva after the meat ill.
For every cry rises up, with every silence destroys it.
(1996)
*
Stone
1.
Be my thought.
The firmness of my dumbness latent
not the shadow of my body, his injury.
I, your possession, my host
in the voice, the empty room of each bone.
2.
Approaching the misery and perpetual wanderings of silence.
Stone
Happiness sang defeat or silence? In particular
handful of tears
what is there for you, always with me.
3.
fool my sky all peoples cry
the darkness of my childhood.
voice in the silence of the void you touch you
cheers
t'include loneliness.
Firefighter peaceful and hidden each death.
4.
Stone
Be the flight of my fall.
(2003)
(English translations of Anila Resul)
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Felipe García Quintero (Colombia, 1973) studied English Philology in Spain, Ecuador and Cultural Studies, Literature and Language English in Colombia. He has published four collections of poetry and an essay on the poet Colombian Rafael Maya. He has received several awards and scholarships in Colombia, Chile and Spain. He is the editor of the poetry magazine, and Ophelia professor of journalism in the University of Cauca in Popayán, his hometown.
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