World Literature:
Maritza Luza Castillo (Peru)
Speak of Me
Speak of me
And all the identities
that the heart forges
to reach you.
Speak about the woman
and about the thick fog
that ages the eyes,
but not the shining soul.
Go,
Tell about the sea
ruining your pupils,
about the hours
in which the warm sand
was the pen
turned into fresh verses.
Of the desire of the deaf
and the secret sight of the blind,
whose clarity of breath
are bubbles emerging
from a humid and
celestial sky.
Speak of me.
Do you not see my lips sealed?
with the iron of death,
and the fires of despoilment?
Speak of this light
And the darkness seen
from your forehead
that shrouds you in black,
as if the horizon
were in mourning.
Here the butterflies create the sunrise
And sunset incinerates
old offenses.
Speak of me,
The suppressed cry
From your extended throat
Screams: Life!
That I must be
Included, among the wind
and the rain.
