{"id":343,"date":"2021-11-29T19:19:06","date_gmt":"2021-11-30T02:19:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/?p=343"},"modified":"2021-11-29T19:21:30","modified_gmt":"2021-11-30T02:21:30","slug":"343","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/2021\/11\/29\/343\/","title":{"rendered":"Para que nadie me mire \/ So no one will see me"},"content":{"rendered":"

Poeta: Jacqueline Caniguan<\/p>\n

Traducci\u00f3n de\u00a0 Moira Rader Rice<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Para que nadie me mire<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A<\/strong>l estero de aguas brillantes corr\u00eda yo<\/p>\n

cuando su voz me alcanzaba.<\/p>\n

\u00c9l viene silbando por el bosque,<\/p>\n

\u00e9l viene a sonre\u00edr junto a m\u00ed.<\/p>\n

Qu\u00e9 contenta era mi vida,<\/p>\n

qu\u00e9 contenta era mi vida.<\/p>\n

Una noche (de esas sin estrellas)<\/p>\n

\u00e9l viaj\u00f3 a un lugar nuevo<\/p>\n

y mi c\u00e1ntaro encontr\u00f3 su lugar<\/p>\n

en el fondo del estero.<\/p>\n

Ya no quiero adornar mi caballo,<\/p>\n

ya no quiero cantar cuando el sol<\/p>\n

aparezca en la ma\u00f1ana.<\/p>\n

Ir\u00e9 a la monta\u00f1a a esconderme,<\/p>\n

para que nadie me mire,<\/p>\n

para que nadie me mire.<\/p>\n

\"\"
\u201cIr\u00e9 a la monta\u00f1a a esconderme \/ I will go into the mountains and hide.\u201d Tom\u00e9 esta fotograf\u00eda sobre la monta\u00f1a de Albert Edward en el parque provincial Strathcona, donde viven los pueblos de la Costa\u00a0 Salish. I took this photo on top of Mt. Albert Edward in Strathcona Provincial Park, which is home to the Coast Salish People.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

 <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

So that no one will see me<\/strong><\/p>\n

To the sparkling river\u2019s mouth I <\/span>
ran when his voice called for me.<\/span>
He came babbling through the <\/span>
woods, he came smiling beside me.<\/span>
How happy was my <\/span>
life, how happy was my <\/span>
life.<\/span>
One night (a night without <\/span>
stars) he ran somewhere new<\/span>
and my jar found its place <\/span>
In the heart of the <\/span>
estuary.<\/span>
No longer do I wish to braid my hair.<\/span>
No longer do I wish to sing when the sun lights up the morning <\/span>sky<\/span>.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>I will go into the mountain to hide<\/span>
So that no one will see <\/span>me,<\/span><\/p>\n

So that no one will <\/span>see me.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Poeta: Jacqueline Caniguan Traducci\u00f3n de\u00a0 Moira Rader Rice   Para que nadie me mire\u00a0 Al estero de aguas brillantes corr\u00eda…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26632,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-343","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343","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\/26632"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=343"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":348,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/343\/revisions\/348"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=343"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=343"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/palabrasmadres\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=343"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}