Polvo Azuloso

Para el Sebastine de Danticat

Tu piel azul berenjena

por momentos te recorría

como el agua

suntuosamente gigantesco,

tu rostro marino.

Tu sudor se empojaba con la humedad del roció

mis inéditas modulaciones,

mis botones forrados de velvet azul,

mientras entras el libro.

me abandonaba en el tiempo.

 

Te marchas desperado con el alba,

mis  sabanas aun olorosas.

con los contornos del libro.

Y las sensaciones de tus labios cubistas

que se fugaban en la escritura.

 

Te marchas desesperado con el alba,

mis sabanas aun olorosa.

Tus manos entre la flora de mi piel

sin evitar tus olores

que se desbordan

las páginas.

 

Te alejas sin nadar en mis cabellos

mientras, lamento los eclipses

azules entre la escritura.

 

Báez-Hernández, Sonia (2008) “Polvo Azuloao” Diálogo: Vol. 11: No. 1, Article 13. All copyrights are reserved to the artist

 

 

 

 

Between Salome and Penelope

 

Salome waited as Penelope,

but stripped of desires, undoing the web

of words that codify.

While the bed of the olive tree unfolds a promise.

Salome deciphers the disguise of seduction.

Penelope without the rose of winds stands

to discover the indigo flame of mending

with the threats of distance.

Salome mending tears.      

 but lingering the return

to surpass the threats of decapitation.

 

 

 

 

Báez-Hernández, Sonia (2008) “Between Salome and Penelope” Diálogo: Vol. 11: No. 1, Article 13. All copyrights are reserved to the artist ©

 

 

 

 

Born Equal

 

I am Black,

 with

broad-flat nose, thick lips

labios  carnosos | thick lips

My skin becomes deceptive

a mirror to deflect

signification.

My

tightly coiled hair,

spreads into a field of vision

of Venus out of whitest wonder bread.

My sensuous torso with

pendulous breasts

stand like Tuareg lances.

In the Home of the Brave,

my blackness flies into territories,

into landscape,

into landlords…

My equality reduced,

distorted, contaminated,

eliminated, eaten by

words, gazes, gestures,

credit history…

I am marked by words, by my epidermis…

My skin was imprinted with a

flaming “carimbo” | branding”

My physiognomy contaminates

the field of vision

With delusions,

of a drug dealer,

dealer of dirt,

dealer of credit,

dealer of destruction,

dealer of crime…

My equality

devoured

within the phenotype

of racism.

 I am Black

by words., skin, color, records, features……

Warriors saturated

with dirt, clay, color, and sudor,

expanding into territories.

Papá Ogún 

God of war

standing against the landscape

with omnipotent armor.

Warriors formed with shields of

Lightning, relámpagos,

embroiled with

millions and millions of

broad-flat noses, thick lips.

Lashing, Azotando-like tropical cyclones.

The numerous shields

 embellished with tightly coiled hair.

They are impregnated with

blood, dust, and sudor.

On the center of their shields

numerous encrusted mouths.

Gritando in accord igualdad.

 

 

 

 

Báez-Hernández, Sonia, “Born, Equal ” Centra Journal Vol. X11: No. All copyrights are reserved to the Artist © 2000

 

 

 

 

 

Enjambre de Espejos

 

A ti que me dejaste
sin luna entre las
pupilas,
mientras yo caminaba
desgreñada con una
preñez sin luz.

A ti con enjambres entre
los labios
mientras yo
náufraga de ausencias
de besos y luna.

A ti con palabras de espejos
donde se reflejaban
mis senos,
me dejaste despoblada
con reverberaciones
de prometeo sin futuro.

Mientras yo poseída
de neblinas en las pupilas,
yo queriéndote intimo
mientras te alejabas
con espejos repletos

de silencios.

 

 

 

 

 

Báez-Hernández, Sonia  “Emjambre de  Espejo” Polvo: Vol. 11: No. 1, Article 13. All copyrights are reserved to the Artist © 2008