Poems by Adriana Constanza Cuevas Arias
In 2016, Nina Rossi — writer, artist, editor, and reporter — made possible the publication of the first versions of “Chas’ka ñawi,” “My little lesson,” “What if I told you!,” “Just let me,” “Callings” and “Turners time” in The Montague Reporter — a Western Massachussets region and community newspaper. This time, El BeiSMan presents a second edition of the poems with changes by the author.
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Chas’ka ñawi
Yes, I am.
I am that star across the sky of a cold Cuzco night!
Yes, I am.
I am that road you crossed years ago when you were not you!
Yes, I am.
I am that single and fragile rose your hands can touch in dreams of the beloved ones!
Yes, I am.
I am that obscure story with a luminous end once!
Yes, I am.
I am the time you have not lived yet!
Yes, I am.
I am that fire you want to turn on although the distance!
Yes, I am.
I am that one. Certainly, I am!
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My little lesson
That is what I am…A marvel, a gift from God to the world of words.
I decided to love and live the world, so that I love till being love itself!
I decided to love the world and the world loves me with no limits!
Fears are limits and I am all and nothing! Love is light through my eyes on yours, my words for your ears, my hands on your skin, my faith on your relief…, my heart a surprise on every word!
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What if I told you!
What if I told you… Once a butterfly showed me the road I followed to the Andean mountains where I found you…
What if I told you… Once at a glance I saw you, I knew my smile would not stop anymore…
What if I told you… The winds which hit you and took you to the beast bowels were the same to touch my corpse almost dead and revived it…
What if I told you… Our hug was endless, because once love could not be and now eternity is giving us a chance again…
What if I told you I guessed your profundities and desired to dive into you, my ocean of relief!
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Just let me
Let me in
Let me out
Let me be
Let me live
Let me leave…
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Callings
Andean mountains called me once to see the stars alone. He — the time — stood by my side with no more than a smile and some mate with a song.
No more it was… No more it is than a soft breeze of April… A rare girl walking and erring, but living…
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Turners time
And as if this cold land really loved me, and as if New England awarded my boldness of coming in a determined effort to change my life… An angel in form of person shows me I could still believe!
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Adriana Constanza Cuevas Arias. University teacher and researcher in Humanities and Social Sciences in Bogotá, Colombia. Her monograph for the master of arts in Hispano-American Literature is about the dictadorship in Latin-America.
