Katia Chiari (Panamá)
Por: Katia Chiari
Traductor: Nicolás Suescún
From now on we shall call commonplaces what has been said
by others that are not me.
This the photo of a commonplace in the history of poetry.
Dawning has no synonym.
To owe my silence to others- evocations, when vthe instant
in the meeting of earth and sun and my body hangs from a cup
I cannot. It is urgent for me to tell you that the I that
does not understand why someone sleeps while the miracle is repeated.
to tell you, it is not the mark of a new journey, not the
the calendar, it is gift, origin, ecstasy, silence. Diminutive
The rain jokes from time to time. There is no moment more
an exacter clock. It dawned in my eyes. Another I
tell about it.
A fortunate commonplace for us, the synonyms of