{"id":206,"date":"2021-11-22T12:55:20","date_gmt":"2021-11-22T19:55:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/?p=206"},"modified":"2021-11-22T12:55:20","modified_gmt":"2021-11-22T19:55:20","slug":"asi-canto-margarita-caniguan-cuando-la-invitaron-a-santiago-la-capital-de-chile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/2021\/11\/22\/asi-canto-margarita-caniguan-cuando-la-invitaron-a-santiago-la-capital-de-chile\/","title":{"rendered":"ASI CANTO MARGARITA CANIGUAN CUANDO LA INVITARON A SANTIAGO, LA CAPITAL DE CHILE"},"content":{"rendered":"

poeta: Jacqueline Caniguan
\ntraducci\u00f3n por: Jade McMillan<\/span><\/p>\n

Amulayan, amulayan,
\n<\/span>Amulayan, amulayan,
\n<\/span>Chumale kisuk\u00fcnoafi\u00f1
\n<\/span>\u00d1i weza lep\u00fcn,
\n<\/span>K\u00fctrangillanafun
\n<\/span>Ka waria mew ka,
\n<\/span>Ka waria mew ka,
\n<\/span>Willilongkoafun,
\n<\/span>Willilongkoafun,
\n<\/span>Che anay reke,
\n<\/span>Chengewetulan,
\n<\/span>Faliwetulan,
\n<\/span>Faliwetulan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

No ir\u00e8, no ir\u00e9,
\n<\/span>No ir\u00e9, no ir\u00e9.
\n<\/span>\u00bfComo dejar mi patio abandonado?
\n<\/span>Andar\u00e9 sufriendo talvez,
\n<\/span>En una tierra que no es m\u00eda,
\n<\/span>Una patria que no es m\u00eda,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

En la ciudad se marea mi cabeza,
\n<\/span>En la ciudad se pierden mis pensares,
\n<\/span>Ahora no valgo nada,
\n<\/span>Ahora no parezco gente,
\n<\/span>Ahora no vale mi pensamiento.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amulayan, amulayan waria mew
\n<\/span>Amulayan, amulayan, waria mew<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

And this is how Margarita Caniguan sang when she was invited to Santiago, the Capital of Chile:\u00a0<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

I won\u2019t go, I won\u2019t go
\n<\/span>I won\u2019t go, I won\u2019t go.
\n<\/span>How to leave my garden abandoned?
\n<\/span>While I will walk suffering,
\n<\/span>In a land that is not mine,
\n<\/span>In a country that is not mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the city my head is dizzy,
\n<\/span>In the city my thoughts are lost,
\n<\/span>Now I am worth nothing,
\n<\/span>Now I look like no one,
\n<\/span>Now my thoughts are worthless<\/span><\/p>\n

Amulayan, amulayan waria mew
\n<\/span><\/i>Amulayan, amulayan, waria mew<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

(image by <\/span>Matt Black, https:\/\/www.npr.org\/sections\/pictureshow\/2011\/06\/24\/137218622\/people-of-the-clouds-a-story-of-ghost-towns-and-great-migrations<\/span>)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEn la ciudad se marea mi cabeza,\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

En la ciudad se pierden mis pensares\u201d\/ <\/span><\/i>In the city my head is dizzy, In the city my thoughts are lost,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFog settles in this photo on the deserted streets of San Miguel Cuevas, a Mixteca village in the highlands of Oaxaca. More than 80% of its population has emigrated to the United States, leaving it little more than a ghost town.\u201d<\/span> Esta imagen representa de emigrar a la nueva ciudad representada en el poema. Las personas de los nubes representan la soledad que se siente al mudarse y dejar atr\u00e1s su vida. Estar solo en una nueva ciudad puede ser aterrador y desorientador, y la realidad de la inmigraci\u00f3n es muy triste, especialmente cuando se deja atr\u00e1s parte de su cultura.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

poeta: Jacqueline Caniguan traducci\u00f3n por: Jade McMillan Amulayan, amulayan, Amulayan, amulayan, Chumale kisuk\u00fcnoafi\u00f1 \u00d1i weza lep\u00fcn, K\u00fctrangillanafun Ka waria mew…<\/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-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","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=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":208,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions\/208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}