{"id":193,"date":"2021-11-22T12:04:48","date_gmt":"2021-11-22T19:04:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/?p=193"},"modified":"2021-11-23T08:41:07","modified_gmt":"2021-11-23T15:41:07","slug":"transformacion-transformation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/2021\/11\/22\/transformacion-transformation\/","title":{"rendered":"Transformaci\u00f3n \/ Transformation"},"content":{"rendered":"

poeta: Lionel Lienlaf
\ntraducci\u00f3n por: Maile Kuyper<\/p>\n

Transformaci\u00f3n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

La vida del \u00e1rbol
\n<\/span>invadi\u00f3 mi vida
\n<\/span>comenc\u00e9 a sentirme \u00e1rbol
\n<\/span>y entend\u00ed su tristeza.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Empec\u00e9 a llorar por mis hojas,
\n<\/span>mis raices,
\n<\/span>mientras un ave
\n<\/span>se dorm\u00eda en mis ramas
\n<\/span>esperando que el viento
\n<\/span>dispersara sus alas.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Yo me sent\u00eda \u00e1rbol
\n<\/span>porque el \u00e1rbol era mi vida.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Transformation<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The life of the tree
\n<\/span>Invaded my life
\n<\/span>I began to feel like a tree
\n<\/span>And I understood its sadness.<\/span><\/p>\n

I started to cry over my leaves,
\n<\/span>My roots,
\n<\/span>While a bird
\n<\/span>Fell sleeping on my branches
\n<\/span>Waiting for the wind
\n<\/span>Dispersed its wings.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt as tree
\n<\/span>because my life was tree.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Imagen por Maile Kuyper<\/b><\/p>\n

Esta imagen estaba tomando en Boston, Massachusetts durante mi visita con mi hermana. Es un \u00e1rbol caducifolio en el oto\u00f1o del noreste de los Estados Unidos. Yo creo que la transformaci\u00f3n del \u00e1rbol en el oto\u00f1o se parece a la vida del autor. Pienso que es importante que el \u00e1rbol sea caducifolio porque tiene que representar su ciclo de vida. Tambi\u00e9n, la l\u00ednea \u201cempec\u00e9 a llorar por mis hojas\u201d sugiere que el \u00e1rbol est\u00e1 perdiendo sus hojas. Finalmente, el sol en esta imagen trae contraste. A pesar de que el \u00e1rbol\u00a0 parece triste con las hojas anaranjadas, el sol representa la parte buena de su vida. <\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

poeta: Lionel Lienlaf traducci\u00f3n por: Maile Kuyper Transformaci\u00f3n La vida del \u00e1rbol invadi\u00f3 mi vida comenc\u00e9 a sentirme \u00e1rbol y…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":86258,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/86258"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=193"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":218,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193\/revisions\/218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}