He corrido a recoger en las llanuras, He corrido a rescatar He corrido a recoger el sue\u00f1o <\/p>\n Path<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n I was running to gather in the plains, I ran to salvage I was running to collect the dream <\/p>\n Imagen por Benjamin Paradis<\/b><\/p>\n Esa foto fue tomada en cima de una monta\u00f1a en l\u2019Anse Saint-Jean, un pueblo cerca de donde yo crec\u00ed. Podemos apreciar la naturaleza que est\u00e1 cerca y central a este lugar. El aire all\u00e1 es puro, y podemos sentir la delicada fuerza del agua, del viento, del bosque. Seleccion\u00e9 esta foto porque es un lugar donde voy para conectarme con la unidad, con mis ancestros y mi descendencia, donde puedo acceder la sabidur\u00eda del Universo. Es el lugar donde corra para recoger la expresi\u00f3n de mis abuelos, para rescatar el silencio del pueblo, para recoger el sue\u00f1o que sea el aire del mundo.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" poeta: Lionel Lienlaf traducci\u00f3n por: Benjamin Paradis Camino He corrido a recoger en las llanuras, en la playa, en la…<\/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-196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/196","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=196"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":198,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/196\/revisions\/198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>en la playa,
\n<\/span>en la monta\u00f1a,
\n<\/span>la expresi\u00f3n perdida de mis abuelos.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>el silencio de mi pueblo
\n<\/span>para guardarlo en el aliento
\n<\/span>que resbala sobre mi cuerpo
\n<\/span>latiendo,
\n<\/span>haciendo vibrar mis venas
\n<\/span>sobre el sol que se levanta
\n<\/span>sobre las altas cordilleras
\n<\/span>para que el esp\u00edritu sea viento
\n<\/span>entre el vac\u00edo de las palabras.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>de mi pueblo
\n<\/span>para que sea el aire respirable
\n<\/span>de este mundo. <\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>in the beach,
\n<\/span>in the mountain,
\n<\/span>the lost expression of my grandparents.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>the silence of my village
\n<\/span>to preserve it in breath
\n<\/span>that slips from my body
\n<\/span>beating,
\n<\/span>inducing vibration in my veins
\n<\/span>as the sun rises
\n<\/span>on the higher range
\n<\/span>for the spirit is the wind
\n<\/span>between the emptiness of words.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>from my village
\n<\/span>so it would be the breathing air
\n<\/span>of this world.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/files\/2021\/11\/Screen-Shot-2021-11-22-at-11.07.50-AM-843x630.png\")
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